Taking Pictures In the Rain
Would I look insane
If I took pictures in the rain?
My face would be…sponging wet
My camera would be slippery I bet
Would I be in danger
If I took photos of a passerby and a stranger?
My reputation would probably be out of shape
My own skin would turn a odd shade…just like the clouds—covered by a foggy cape
It would be a whole new adventure
If I drive that damp road of cement…what would occur?
My uncertainty leads to a mysterious freeway…we are all along for the ride
We’ll still be together like some married couple—well, I’ll always stay by their side
Would we be in danger
If I took photos of this horrifying recollection?
Will it drive my dad to anger?
My safety is hanging on its last seat belt; I’ll never forget this risky exploration
Would I be the one to blame
If I took pictures of the rain’s appalling flame?
My face is showered with bogging rain and blurred fog
My curiosity increases the rainstorm and I flash the driver to create a direction’s clog
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