Pandemic Poem #17 / Deluge

In honor of last nights weather.

Deluge
And then the heavens opened
But it was too late to run for home
Chin held high to wash away my
Piteous tears
Drenched in despair
The droplets pound my skin
I am being held for the first time
It felt like being cleansed
It felt like being holy
Baptise me in the deluge
Let me never be alone again

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