Standing in the Rain

My feet planted in the mud.

The sky, dark and soft.

Grey clouds promising me.

The soft pattern has arrived.

Soaking me inside and out.

My soul and my mind,

Being washed clean.

The water like sharp bits of heaven pierce me.

Running down my arms.

Dripping from my hair.

Standing in the rain. 

 
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Estelle

VT

16 years old

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