Watching and Doing
I look around here's what I see.
Rain pours down so hard yet the trees stay still..
Streets flood while cars zoom by..
People with umbrellas because their to scared to get wet..
Yet everything is so still.
But then there is me..
I'll go out in this rain with no protection,
jump in the puddles until I'm tired.
Yes I'm different,
but if I wasn't then who would be?
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