Storm

Wash me rain, disguise my tears
Bathe me downpour, my way’s unclear

For the ruts are deep, the land abraded
The walking wounded, esteem degraded

Thunder drown the sound of weeping
A silent vow no longer keeping

As I trudge the muddy path
The deluge slows to a shower at last

Soaked and shivering, I carry on
The roiling clouds give way to sun

Soon its warmth dries my skin
And with healing heart I begin

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