happy rains ✓

twenty-seven

you run and reach the lockers

and there you find her

sitting stiff on a wooden board

counting "196! 195-5! 194!"

you can't understand what's happening

so you slowly walk towards her

she flinches when she feels you approach.

you look into her eyes

you don't see any happiness

from the mornings or the noons.

it was all covered with

slick rolls of fear.