Cleansed
I turned and stood to face it;
fingers ran all over me;
arms of the wind wrapped around
and played music in my ears.
Tattered stratus strewed the sky,
above me dragged and shredded
Droplets pricked my tingling skin,
blown out from clouds to cleanse me.
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