a damp cold washes over me
as I look out of my cave and huddle
with my desiccated secrets
some of which love the wet weather
like a few children do
and start to race for the
thunder and lightening
before I can pull them back
dangerous because once they
get wet and expand I must wait
for the sun to shrink them again
so they can be hidden away
but rainbows are forming
and people are back out sniffing
around for what the rains
have washed clean
and boy
who doesn’t love skeletons
that glisten in the sunlight?
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