you feel almost clean.
The film is washed away.
The grime pooling in a
puddle beneath your feet.
You see reflections that
only you know are there.
They stare back at you
with a smirk.
They are only kept there
until the rain stops.
You look up into the rain.
The drops fall harder and faster,
almost painful across your face.
Your eyes want to close.
Just before you melt away,
the deluge ends.
The sun unmasks itself
from behind the clouds.
You feel them inching up your legs.
There is nothing you can do
but be.
You once again feel
the heavy veil that had been
washed away.
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