*rain*

Pulling down a blue tee
wobbling over plain white shorts,
I athletically belittled the stairs down
to poke my pals, three atop one bike
and off we sped, now four atop the bike.
Below the tires, died some water drops
and on our head, knocked some new borns.
My blue tee, soaked to saturation shed tears when squeezed
as I lived my euphoria, gazing in the sky,
water drops moulding locks of my hair
and the wind busy chilling them
while the bike burned its fuel.