http://penastory.com/2016/03/04/the-rains/

I long for the rainy seasons
Imaginations of muddy streets
actions of slipping feet
and communal pity of offered cleansing
From the stains of brown abomination
Washing them off, anticipating a new era of the plantings

I’m tired of this repulsive dry season
Of hot and feverish dripping liquids
From slimy and sleek brown skins
Nights of nightmarish hallucinations
And days of reluctant hugs and rotund words.

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