Drought Breaks

Drought breaks.
Sweet rain pours down
In grey,
Refreshing torrents,
Floods the blasted earth
And parching skin.

Dry summer runs
In muddy trickles
From face
And neck
And arms...

And I emerge
A cleanly newborn thing...
To wander home,
Slowfooted,
In the rain.

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