Rain falling much like the tears of disappointed children.
Their joy washed away with the rolling tide.
The smiles now fade as the downpour of rain fades my makeup.
The disheveled man underneath becomes exposed.
The once bustling fair quickly became a ghost town,
balloon animals left in the mud for some drenched soul to retrieve.
The balloons were not the only thing left for the torrent.
A small dog wearing a hat obediently waits for his owner.
He obeys his last command.
Stay.
I sit with the beagle, no point for us both to be alone in the rain.
This way he has a friend till they return.
My freakish appearance makes him wary,
though soon he cuddles close for warmth from the cold.
We sit here, his head on my lap in the rain sulking together.
A smile pulls me from my sorrowful daydream.
Small hands on mine.
A thanks for watching her dog.
My hand reaches to my face.
A honk comes from my red nose as I smile back at her.
Andon Writes 
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