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Writer's pictureGrace Bugin

Divine Rain


Rain drips down my face

From my forehead to the tip of my nose

Before plunging onto the sidewalk


Tourists bound in wonder

Stop where they stand

Gazing toward the sky


What do they see that I can not?


Music pours into my ears

Drowning out everything around me

Leaving me deaf to the world


My jeans cling to my legs

Morphing into a second skin

As my shoes fill with water


Children huddle near their parent's legs

Protected from the wet and cold

That emanates within this dreary city


Puddles fill with raindrops

As the street fills with people

Each of us a single drop of rain


Doesn’t it feel lonely?

Falling alone from so high above

Abandoned by the cloud which created you


The rain, heavy and rapid

Baptizes me

Until I am clean


Washing me away

Until I am nothing less

Than the skeleton trapped within


Sprout flowers

From the cracks

Laid within the concrete


And resurrect my soul

As I wish to live

For as long as the water flows


Let me be free

As free as the rain

That pours upon my head


Written by Grace Bugin

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