rain scenes

i imagine walking the street in the pouring rain
where the cold drops
press all the fear;
press all the anxiety;
press all the insecurity away.
i would be washed and new.
i would be on a shiny, slick path
and you would be able to see my reflection, clear, in the black asphalt.

come on out, dear.
tap your toe in the soft puddles.
kick your worries into the gutter
where they’ll drift away to the gulf with mine.
then i won’t be too hard to find.

it’s time for a change.
come to me in the rain.

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