Rain

Wind whistles in my ear
and little droplets splash on my face.
The white smoke comes
out from my nose
as I breathe out in the misty air.
My feet begin to jump
and pump in a motion
that is unheard to the normal ear.
As I take flight on the stepping stones of air.

by Kristy Winter

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