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Storm clouds of grey, pitch black, emerge
Then open up, with a thunderous surge

Icy cold droplets, against my skin
Looking up to the sky, I take it all in

Trying to count them, but they’re much too fast
These pennies from Heaven, gather, amass

Into puddles for jumping, no way I’ll abstain
Anyone watching, might think me insane

Dancing about, in the middle of the street
Clothes soaking wet, from my head to my feet

Ah, but who cares, just let the rains pour
I’ll simply stay here, waiting for more


November Writing Prompt – Pennies from Heaven – Day 13/30

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