Puddles kissing rubber soles
smack splash click clash
bright light strike, the thunder roles
smack splash click clash
children cheer and parents snap
smack splash click clash
father's hands become a trap
smack splash click clash
grey becomes the beaten's clothes
smack splash click clash
bitter tears as from a hose
smack splash click clash
days come days go, come and go
smack splash click clash
rainy children filled with woe
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