My wet dream

Like a blessing from above

As sweet as angel’s tears

 

the rain came down

and

seeped into the ground

 

Teen and two

my hand gripped the wheel

the wind blew

frightened I don’t feel.

 

In line for the light

my tires screech

like wet chalk

on cement

 

where we used to walk

Thunder to roar

Lightning to scream

The rain will pour

 

In my wet dream

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