I feel it oozing in my shoes, it makes my toes turn pink.
The water creeps, my feet go squish as I go up the street.
Coffee steams as I breathe deep, my mind awakes again
Water trickles down my shirt and I begin to grin.
Hair is plastered to my skull and I must look a fright
I went outside, played in the rain although it isn’t right
I don’t care, I like it wet, its better I must say
To stomp in puddles and laugh outside then stay inside all day
Break time over I try to hide the fact that I am soaked
And that is why I’m sitting here, in my office, in my coat.