Rain fell one day, raining cold and wet.
Grey and cloudy, deep with depression.
Streets running over, just like sad regret.
Beating dreary, without permission.
Then I saw him, running straight through it!
Sent to challenge, skipping as a child,
Taking it in, as though a great gift.
Waving to touch this friend who is wild.
My plans were ruins, his were newly made.
Sighs of despair, alongside much joy.
Inconvenient, yet desirably laid.
It's just not meant to be as a toy.