droplets fall onto thirsty soil,
pregnant with the weight
and endless possibilities.
“wash me down by the riverbed,”
“don’tcha bring me back up
until i’m clean,
i didn’t know how to tell her
that it just doesn’t work like that.
well, i never saw her again.
when it rains,
i think about her.
i wonder if she found what she was looking for
and how many times she had to be baptized
for her soul to feel