Precipitation

don’t let the wind die down
or pull these rain clouds from the sky
I need to feel the storm against my skin
need to breathe in the torrents

too long I’ve sat quietly
taking in the dying scenery
as it withers beneath the sun’s gaze
and I myself slowly turn to dust

so stoke up these darkened clouds
and let them weep over me
drench my eyes with precipitation
and bring down the heavens on me

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