Drizzle happened when we were away
In rain, catching it in our palms and hair.
We would go through its falling snakes
We went inside , much afraid of snakes.

They would slip though our eye-lashes
And fall right into our pockets and stain
Our surf-washed clothes with round coins.
The coins would fall plop into our shirts
In our undershirts ,in their star-like holes
And tickle our cold bodies to the marrow.

Drizzle happened raising hair Medusa-like
And its hair- snakes went all over our faces.
In the end ,eyes had little pearls clinging.
When in rain they did not shine to the sun.


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