Summer’s Rain | Poems that Suck

I lift my face skyward so the rain
can wash over me, kissing
my brow, soothing the
delicate flesh
beneath my 
eyes,
caressing
my weary mouth.
And for a moment, as
fleeting as a heartbeat
I feel perfect in my
brokenness.

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