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One day,
Little Jerry walked down the road alone.

He stopped from a small puddle.
A little Something stood by him.

By the reflection,
He saw the Something.

Couldn't tell what it was,
Little Jerry felt sort of fear.

"Won't hurt you."
Said the little Something, with a deep but gentle voice.

Little Jerry nodded.
Then stood in a silence before the Something started to cry.

Did not see, nor hear.
Little Jerry felt it as rain fell from the blue sky into his heart.

With his eyes closed,
Little Jerry prayed for the little Something.

"Would you remember?"
The voice faded in sadness.

Little Jerry looked at the small puddle.
Nothing but his face looked tired and sad.

He gave it a smile.
And puddled about in the heavy fog alone.