Am I ready for the rains,
No. I barely soaked any of the sun
I scavenged through the last scrap of rays.
I want a land with sunshine
Not too much of it
Just enough to warm the breeze.
Now the sun scorches
Burns, sinks its teeth into me
My head reels ,seething pain.
Am I ready for the rains?
Yes. I want it pour
Pour down and wash away
Wash me, cleanse me
Free me.
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