Washeth all away
The sins and the dust from
Long journeys and dark works
Wash everything clean except
The joy the cool waters enable
Purity in the cold or
Calming mud in the grass
Embrace and be still
Parched throats no more
The heat and dry rash of fear
Banished in the torrent
Laugh at the skies and
Dance to the
Thunder and the musings
Of faraway gods
Prey you don't get lost in the
Lashing grey, however
Or too swept away
In the coming floods engendered
By the very life saving
Rains you celebrate
By: Daniel Smallegange
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