The thing about rain

I used to love the rain

it feels pure and good and cleansing

like it washes away your sins 

the falling feels good

like love

 

but after a storm 

the smell would make me sick

that earthy scent that reminded me of my sins

and it made me think

that rain doesn’t wash away the sins

it strips away everything in front

leaving you bare and naked and vulnerable

like love

 

flash floods 

they leave you drowning

in your own lies

bare and alone and vulnerable

like love

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