The rains

There is a woman
Bathing in the waters of the clouds
As quick as she can
For she fears the supply may run out

Bathing with delight
She enjoys each drop as if it were her last
And yes she was right
For the clouds above her head were soon past

And she is quick
To clothe herself in small rags of cotton
Its all a trick
And the pleasures of the rain are quickly forgotten

Its no doubt
She doesn’t know what to do from now on
The secret’s out
The rain has gone with little chance of return

She’s doubtful; besides
The sun burns the skin that her clothes expose
And thus she hides
Developing hunger for the rains; she needs her next dose



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