Creative Writing


By Jacklynn Rayne

Like the paper leaves on charcoal branches,

The porous timber goes soggy.

Everything is soggy.

It is still raining.

I’m the only one without an umbrella,

I dont need it.

The sprinkles rejuvenate my soul.

My porous skin absorbs the raindroplets.

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