As I sit at my study
I smell the air so muddy
Cool Breeze touching my face
I am almost in its embrace
I can hear the rain fall
Throwing me in a recall
The days of the raincoats
And the fun of paper boats
I wish I was out in the field
No fear of innocence revealed
Dancing my feet out in the rain
Flying away in the hurricane
No one to hold me back
As I lay on the wet hey stack
Marveling the color of the sky
Drifting to sleep saying my goodbye
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