Waiting for the rain
So I can go out
And walk in it,
To feel clean again
Even in this part
Of a dirty planet,
Rain drops
Unlike tear drops
Formed around
Specks of dust
Just the way pearls are
Each irritation in life
An invitation to grow
Each drop drenching
Me with potential,
Soaking me to the core
So I am never the same
When I get back,
The worst part
Is always the waiting
me opened up
and vulnerable
like an oyster
filled with specks of dust
filled with specks of dust
I ache to shape
Into pearls
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