look better rained on
the bare fields richer
the empty streets shinier
catching all the lights
and always that sense of relief
like something being forgiven
a small error or a great sin
depending on the wind
and the vindictiveness of the lightning
that what has risen up to heaven
as a gift has been turned back
creating a certain sorrow
the earth weeps with the rejection
those tears its resurrection
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