Washes Away

By Dan Terry

Washes Away

"Beneath the weeping sky, I stand, feeling as each drop warms my skin, the heavens tease. The rain plays on, I sink to my knees, embracing puddles, trying to become as one with the Earth. In this moment, there is nothing but the sound of the rain, sent down to wash away the world."

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