Rain City

They call it Rain City, a place made for souls who need cleansing.
With our repetitive stumbling, lingering loathing and confused wandering around the crown-top mountains.
The thunder mixed emotions and mirrored souls that ride the highs and lows with each person they encounter.
I continue to pray that the daily floods and potent currents will redirected us on our lost path.
With dry hands up towards the sky, we surrender and plea – baptize us back to purity with these holy tears.

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