by Father Humour
In the field
It rained
I took my hood
and pulled it over my head.
I walked like Forest Gump.
And I walked.
The bottom of my trousers got wetter and wetter.
I didn't care.
The rain never stopped either.
and together me and the rain continued until exhausted.
Then we slept.
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