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[arachne8x]

Baptism

The drops are gliding over me my face
Upturned, it's baptized with each kamika-
ze drop. Umbrella impotent at my side,
I walk unsheltered welcoming the wet
To cleanse my clouded soul. So many tears
Could not refresh the parched skin of my spirit.
I taste and feel its beauty touch as flesh,
Not weak but strong, delights. What others shun
Seems manna to my hunger. Peace is mine
As I watch others cower from the rain.