in the cherry blossoms and rain.
My jeans are soaked through,
my toes are stained red from my shoes.
I could hear the pat-pat-pat
of the heavy raindrops
falling on my jacket hood.
I'd stop at a street light,
the rain would stop too.
As soon as I started walking again,
the rain would start falling again,
as if there were some connection
between how fast I was walking
and how fast the rain was falling.
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