Seven

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Drenched
Water pours down my face

The rain still coming
Down and down

Puddles encase my feet
Squish squash

Boom, clap
Thunder reigns

Worry washes over me
Please don't hit

Run
Faster faster faster

The bus looms ahead
closer and closer

Relief pulsing through me
A cool wash

One more step
Almost there

Hello, is this bus number seven?
Yes, thank you

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