Walking in the Rain

The rain,
Caressing its path down my face,
My legs, my arms and my breast,
The deepst chasams of my mind,
Untwining the knot in my tougne.

The rain falls,
My chilled heart warming,
A companion walking by my side,
Talking, just talking,
Reminising about that time in year 5.

The rain falls,
As I tred in the puddle,
Guiding us homeward.
We wave to the one boy,
That we loved in year 6.

The rain pours,
And we get drowned by a car,
The driver was only the bully of year 7,
his hair long,
and his jeans faded blue with tears.

The rain pours as we turn round the corner,
We head up the corridor to maths,
Our books in hand,
And our minds in space, late again.
Running and panting before I run into the door.
Ouch.

The rain stops,
And were facing the door,
To whatever comes next.