Rain, and other thoughts

I step off the sweaty bus

And onto hard pavement.

It's not raining hard

But it's not not raining hard, either.

My purple Converse

Step around puddles

On the sidewalk.

The Converse the rest of my friends

Have too.

I like this feeling,

The rain on my skin.

I feel alive.

I feel like my existence has a purpose

Besides the same old

Routine

School

Average.

A purpose that's going to matter, one day.

And I'm excited for it.

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QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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