The window pane cried in bitter jealousy
as the rain played outside.
A class of happy raindrops skipped down the walk
and laughed at the wheels of the cars that drove by.
They took turns pushing each other on the swing,
a blowey torrent of trapeze play.
Swooping, diving acrobats,
spitefully, delightfully dangerous.
The careless horseplay of the newly-arrived,
a prelude to the more perilous play of adulthood.
The rain slapped at the fragile glass,
but the pane sent it back. Scolded.



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