A Chance of Rain
When gray clouds gather
Eyes look to the sky with disdain
Dreading the anticipation of rain
I welcome the wetness
Praying for a storm
Cleanse the earth
Cleanse my soul
All impurities must go
Too complacent with arid conditions
To even know we’re dehydrated
We all could use some libation
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