Rain of change

Wed, 08/16/2017 - 17:37 -- 19Julz

it smells like it's going to rain

the air outside, despite the sun, suggests a downpour 

of golden droplets onto my head and hands 

healing drops to help me realize 

the rest of the world is changing and my world is changing drastically soon 

but there will always be a cleansing rain

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always always 

This poem is about: 
Me

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