I've showered many times before
But not like walking through the rain.
What is it about nature
That can be so pure?
Rain smells like freedom--
Until my clothes soak through.
When I'm wet and shivering
It doesn't feel so lovely.
I've walked through rain before
But never like when I tripped.
What is it about mud
That can be so dirty?
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