Naked in the Rain
She turns slowly, naked in the rain,
feeling the brown dry grass greening
beneath her turning dusty feet.
Feeling that dust turning towards
the now living again earth that pulses
With the need for the growing
not wishing to escape as clouds
of dust rising up with her every step
Longing to escape the dry deadness
and become a cloud floating free
to go wherever the wind will go.
But now the sky falls as healing water
onto her upturned face, washing her clean.
Washing away all her dry dusty tears
with fresh clean tears of its own.
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