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The spring rain comes down

In warm droplets

Soaking through my gown

My bare feet splash in the puddles

The power of the rain making me feel humble

I want to drink apple cider with you 

Like it’s a fine wine, 

Make-believe adult, wrapped in your wool blanket, 

Counting the minutes until your parents return. 

I wish I could punch the screen.

So many unchecked boxes, all too keen

on destroying my zestful life,

Showing me how careless I am,

And leaving me in strife.