The Rain cleans my sins from my rigid and harmed body,
Every single dropp takes away a heart renching act of hurt to myself or others, that have been commited befor.
The clean and pure water does good to my heart after the sleek shadows of the clouds above us.
Looking at the grey and puffy clouds my body and soul weakens to my knees for what god has not forgiven me for yet!
My skin soft as pure silk is wipped of scares that never diseast,
my hands are washed of the dirt I have picked up from the staggering truth all my life!
Looking to the sky to detach the sanity from my mind, and seeing the faces of my fathers and mothers befor me.
Sheding tears of pain from my heart in account of others wrong doings to me.
My body has no feeling now, my nerves are num and my head is cleared of all thoughts!
And with a sudden 'snap' my mind is littered with thoughts as the rain drifts away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rain does have a purging affect