I dreamt of us as children

Behind the glass window we look outside
Rain falls rhapsodical across the land
Mother had ordered us to stay inside
You resorted using some sleight of hand

The skeleton key turning perfectly
Opening door revealing the wet world
Finger on your lips you left silently
Following you with my insides a-swirl

There was a war going on in the street
Stomping in puddles in wild attack
I do not remember wetting my feet
Sinful, lushy, soaking, skipping, and splash

So innocently we somehow held hands
And ever since then we've always been friends