Washington's Washing Me New

The place I live gets plenty of rain, but that's okay, because that's Washington. It's beautiful and lovely, and when it rains, so do myeyes out of pure beauty.

water within

frothy clouds

His fingers touch each and every one of them

causing them to break down

and sob

out of love,

joy,

happiness.

for, He is there

forever

if there were any time to cry

i'd try

to do it now

each rain drop kisses my cheek

in celebration

of a new spring

sing.