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Mar 2014
it wants to shut
when the rain comes pouring down
yet to feel only the glow of the sun
may do it some disservice.
to feel the mist on the edge of the storm,
or better yet,
to run out in it,
as the rain pummels down
so furiously that it hurts
your tenderness.
to feel it all,
to open up to it.
The thrill and the hurt
until it hurts no longer.
Jen McGregor
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