Posted on November 20, 2020June 26, 2021 by LeiaSummer’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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...