Wash It All Away
Rain always made the desert come alive,
I was a dry desert waiting to be touched.
When it came, I sat motionless,
letting water drip down my face,
over my forehead and down the bridge
of my nose.
It washed away the dirt,
Down my cheek, as if mother nature
was shedding a tear for me,
its as if she's saying, "Take a break
its not as bad as you think."
My clothes sticky and wet against my chilled skin
it was the smell and taste of life.
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