Wash Away

By Donya Sheikhrezai

The clouds above are gray
Rain slowly begins to fall
I stand in the street and feel the droplets
The rain hits my face
So soft, but cold

My clothes are dirty
But my thoughts are clean
I lay down on the ground

The water gathered there sinks into my skin
Sending chills through my body
My eyes, they close
The rain still falling

Surrounding sounds flow into my thoughts
The slapping of the rain on the ground
The tapping of the drops on the windows
As I open my eyes the clouds are still gray
and the wind, it still blows
But inside I feel relief
The rain has washed away the dirt surrounding me