‘Tis the simple things’

These droplets of rain soak his button-nosed face all over again
His teensy tiny nostrils appear to be bleeding rather all kinds of water
No-one can ever fault this particular little boy’s hardcore drive
Seriously blinking eyes, so very much as sixty times a second
To fend off those oh so soft, albeit seriously deteriorating droplets
Soothing nonetheless
For all he ever wanted was to play hopscotch