Drenched. From head to toe.
The peaceful water from the sky quickly becomes to overflow.
This body and soul screams of renewal from this dated state I'm in. Why do we think we have to die in this world before we can begin again?

This filth and dirt are begging to be cleansed.
To never again descend into the depths and races of this poor soul.
I dive in head first and it's all washed away and I no longer remember how long the pain took its toll.

How long are we to beg for an eradication rather than a peaceful cleansing? Let the regeneration from the heavens renew you and I this day. As a whole we scream for death but doesn't that seem strange when these tears are falling down on us making us want to change?