Tonight the rain comes.
A familiar voice once lost
to an endless rage.
And with it comes hope
for a renewed sense of self
having been displaced
among the wicked.
The cruel. The apathetic.
In exchange instead
an awakening.
A fierce knowledge of this earth
tethered by its grace.
Allow me then to
drink my fill of those waters
and be born again.
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