Rain of the Rapture

The rain drips down your skin,

running over your hills and bends and flooding in the valleys.

Breath drifting in and out,

filling and emptying the spaces in between us.

No sunlight today to dance on your skin,

but you glimmer in the darkness,

regardless.

Pure, radiant, angel of death.

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