Washed

ruff and tough,,his bark bigger than his bite, the exterior covering up his inner fight, "don't mess with me" with eyes ablaze, hardened skin from the winds of yesterday, face painting becomes his daily routine, until the rain cracks and the makeup bleeds, and he starts to see himself underneath, throwing his fists in the air at a rain he can't reach, oh, but how refreshing it feels, the rain washing away from fake to real, underneath the hardened layer of disquise, is a skin so soft he doesn't recognize, the rain came and washed it away, so he could feel the real warmth of the suns rays,