Rain
The cool water coming down in a rush
Walking slowly through puddles,
Animals in their holes and people in their homes.
The rain cleaning the earth with its secret touch.
An element with power,
Causing destruction and maintaining the essence of life.
Its purity cleans our bodies inside out,
Flowing through our veins in peace.
Feeling its waves pass my body peacefully,
I feel a sudden change.
Trying to catch my breath, I panic
My heart is racing.
It once cleaned and saved me
But now, it’s power fills my lungs,
drowning me
Slowly saying goodbye,
I have felt pain that I can’t deny.
This element is a gift but also deadly
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