After the rain
And after the lightning
After the pain
And after it's frightening
We play in the puddles of mud
And we get dirt on our knees
To remember that it wasn't a flood
That we didn't have to take to the trees
Then after the years
And after the time
We've conquered our fears
And we've made them sublime
Now together we'll grow old
Watching reruns on tv
Our yards will have been sold
To other families
But come any stormy weather
All we'll have to do is remember
The many different moments
We played in mud together
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A Collection Of Short Stories
OverigSomething to tide everyone over between my uploads. Short stories, poems, minor teasers for certain stories (but I won't say for which ones muahahaha) enjoy!
