The soft cotton grew darker and left a horrible muddy taste after downpour. Why a mud would pretend to be a shoe to fit in for a naked feet. However it successfully does! Drops, that attempted freefall, settle within. When it realizes shabby clothes where they were sheltered, “Eww” one of them disgust, and fall off to bake slush. Yep! They deserve, but Clients are not in awe of such baking outcomes.
And the sky drools over its favorite cotton candy. Wannabe shoes are out of theatre, cracking up the act they put on. Shabby clothes are shabby again with a ray caressing the bruises .The same bruises that peep through and pray for downpour to accept them.