I’ve been missing this for so long-
being me.
The rain tried to wash me white.
Tried to sweep me away
and asked me to stay silent.
Dear rain,
I am a bottle full of sunshine
mixed with a pinch of thunder.
Untamed wilderness
searching for freedom.
I am shaped from Virginian storms
and Kenyan sun.
You cannot drown me in these tears.
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