Friday, February 11, 2011

With No Rain in Sight

Is it raining everywhere BUT here
Is the cool rush hitting you
Washing your face clean
Making your chest cold
And warming the inner layer of your skin

While I’m stuck under this pushed security
A boundary of sunlight
Where hopes are dry and thirsty
And happiness is scorched by disorientation
The place of barren dreams

Or, is it coming
Is the rain flying towards me
Are the clouds glooming over me now
Is the passion I’ve lost falling, finding me
Will I be soaking it up soon
Will I be soaked

September 21, 2009...Micah Winter

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