Rain, rain. Nowt bout da flip-flonic. Indeed

26 Sep

Droplets. Little ones. Trickle trickling down my neck. It’s cold now. It gets cold in the rain.

Rain. Drip, drip, drips. Rain. Drop, drop, drops. Driplets, droplets, the very same. All the same. The same.

You know? The rain. It’s the same/

Yes, yes.

I feel enigmatic. I feel feeling. Feelings feel. Truzzle, guzzle, puzzle. Thinkthought. Trowel.

Flash, flash, thunder! Bang. Bang. Bang.

Garden gloves, rustic rust and a partridge in a pear tree.

I have no idea. Neither should you.


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