Rainy Day

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Going home from school
Holding bunch of books
Adjusting my glasses for it wont fall
Ready to go home alone

Sometimes I wonder
Why does peoples loves things over books?
I started walking when the red stop flashed
I look up the sky with full of stars. This is why I love walking at night

A droplet of rains drop my left glass side
"Holy guacamole" I walk as fast as I could
But someone bumped at me and my books starts to fall
He was running. My books start to get wet. As I too

This is why, Dads always remind me
To bring umbrella all the time. I remember him again
I shouldnt cry. But this rain pains my skin
I felt a syringe striking in my veins

I hate rains. But I love rains
Ironic. I dont think so
Rains makes me cry with all my burdens
Rains makes my soul happy while crying

Funny. All my books and I am wet too
I felt bad to those people who pity me
I open my palm to see if rains stop
I look up the sky. But an umbrella greeted me

The person who's holding it
Whom the last person who I wanted to see,
Smile at me. "Reckless bookworm, lets get you home bon"
And right then, I found my home.

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