Dark clouds bring down torrential rain
You hear the woman scream in dying pain
Her son sits at the doorstep with another paper boat
He stifles his weeping and lets it float
The boy sees a blue car getting drenched
The man in it has his fists clenched
He starts his car and lets it roar
and speeds it down the wet floor
The woman in white barely notices the blue car
She has a bag of trinkets and a silver star
The car comes speeding, splashing water by
The woman falls, the bag snaps, and the contents fly
Now the rain has run its course
The roads have turned into rivers coarse
A floating silver star finds a paper boat
A woman is saved in this rain of note
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