The blue sky opened a hidden door she could not see,
But nevertheless she could barely contain her glee,
Dry and crumbled everything was seeming to become,
This deluge a respite needed by all, not some!
One by one they began to smile, she looked around,
Her friends' boundless joy echoed in cacophonic sound,
The puddles they jumped in, happy and carefree,
An amusing sight, she marveled at their maturity!
The boy whose name she always seemed to forget,
The little girl whose brow was always covered in sweat,
The twins who had never shown a speck of remorse,
The one eyed boy who could gallop like a horse!
Banded together by fate this collection of misfits,
Besting life in their own way where none submits,
The little shed by the traffic junction, theirs to call home,
Living one day at a time, everyday tooth to comb!
She looked up at the sky again and embraced the drops,
Smiling through the teary rain, hoping it never stops,
Glancing around at all of them, grateful she did feel,
Then looked at her seat only for the truth to reveal!
Six years now she has been shining shoes,
Some tipped her ones, some tipping her twos,
Yet every evening when she got together with her gang,
Only happy things they spoke, joyous songs they sang!
She wiped her brow with her blackened hand, ready,
Pulled up her crutch, she needed that to stand steady,
The one puddle they were jumping in, calling her,
A happy prayer in her heart, as she hobbled after.....!
