Slumber stirred by the pelted windowpane
it jolts her awake.
Wide eyes search the sealed darkness,
quickly soothed again.
Let it rain, Let it pour.
Let it wash over.
She rises to face the unchanged picture
though flashed by daylight.
The stained and speckled glass,
trickled clarity punchers through.
Let it rain, Let it pour.
Let it wash over.
The air is crisp and moist.
It rests on her dampened skin
Exposed, uncovered and cleansed
by natures gentle caress.
Let it rain, Let it pour.
Let it wash over.
Without a shield of protection
she lifts her gaping hood.
Her woolen coat is saturated.
Blinkering, she squints to avoid the lashings.
Let it rain, Let it pour.
Let it wash over.
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