Leaves

The blue man was back the next day at the park. Denver wasn’t though, so he just walked around at first. The park wasn’t very big and every time something kind of moved he though it might have been Denver. Another guy walked up, but didn’t like to talk. Or did but just to himself muttering under his breathe. Blue started looking at the leaves. The Color’s and shapes and sizes. He thought about Denver and wanted to collect them all for him. So when he sees him tomorrow. But then again, maybe Denver wouldn’t like that. The sky got cloudy, and the other guy got up. The wind also now was noticeable. Blue walked around some more then sat on the bench. He let out a long sigh. He didn’t really know what to do now. He thought about all the stuff they made him do, and now he could just relax. So he laid on the ground and looked up. The sky was dark grey now. And he felt something in his eye then his forehead then his neck. Rain fell. And he just layed there. Getting wet and singing and saying I’ve seen the rain and laughing. Just then Denver walked up, Blue what in the world are you doing!?