Washed Clean

The rain, it comes, / To wash me clean / To free me from the fears within / The thunder warns of hardships ahead / But all the while, I hope, not dread / For as the sky turns bright with fire / I know I’m running down the wire / The time will come not long from now / When I ask not why nor when nor how / But rather exclaim as true and sincere / I’ve found the place, my heart lies here / The rain, it comes, / To wash me clean / To reveal my hopes and joys again.

photo by Alyssa L. Miller

2 Comments

  1. Mindy S

    I love this!

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