Little bits of heaven
rain sometimes
fall in the drops between drops
the space between spaces
and potential fills with
the collective of humanity's dreams
rough and unrefined
raw as the hand hewn breadth of our souls
we are filthy with dust of life
hobbled by fate and illusion
the spill
cleanses us of regret
and leaves us pure
for the coming of tomorrow
for the coming of hope
for the arrival of the next dream
and the world continues
I wish it would rain.
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