Wear fishnet tights through puddles and pick the prunes from your drowned feet. Absorb the storm drops through your toes, heels, knees. Let the static of brewing lightning feed you from your tiptoeing hairs balancing on worn pointe shoes.

Wear fishnet tights through puddles and pick the prunes from your drowned feet. Absorb the storm dro...

This is my first poem in a long time. This is a short one on the rain. 
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