Rain ❤

i can relate this poem by Katie Marie here:

'The Washing'

It splashes on my body, cool, cold rain.

Fluid hammer pounding in drops. Washing

away my outer filth, making me clean.

 

 

It's only water, doesn't really clean;

but I lie here, still soaking in the rain

unwilling to move, in need of washing.

 

 

It is my inner soul that needs washing,

to be rid of gathered filth, made clean;

brought true cleansing from Spirit's rain.

 

 

Cool, cold rain gently washing me clean.

Done