You see, I want it to rain, hard
to cut deep in the dust of the last two weeks
and cut rivulets in these swollen hills
I want the roofs to leak
to wash these oily, beer dried floors
the runoff would make puddles in the street
and on the puddles would be layers of rainbowed filth
the rain that would pour down on all of those girls
and wash off weeks of maskara
dribble down from their eyes like watercolor
the rain that would wash my hair
ragged and worn, curled from the sun
like a rug that had too much dirt swept under it
The last line was a little forced, but really I liked the idea. It was very creative and fun to read Keep on Writing
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