Heavenly Rain
It dripped from the heavens
Laced with gold
But scolded by fire
It dripped onto her
Onto him
Onto them
And it set them on fire
Filled their veins with gold
Their words with heat and passion
Their tears stream gold
And burn them while they fall
Their words heat rooms
Their touch Midas
They turn each other gold
The scolding gold laced drip
Never did find me
Though I stood in the rain
I kept my umbrella open
And watched it touch
Everyone else
A puddle pooled at my feet
I felt the warmth of it through my shoes
Saw the gold attempt to cling to me
But it seems my shoes repelled it
So the puddle fell downstream
Fell to another's feet
And I watched it climb onto their shoes
And once again
Watched another be set on fire
Watched as their veins turned from blue to gold
And I watched
And watched
And watched
Never to be graced by the heavenly drop
Forever watching it rain
Under my umbrella
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