Like standing in a wet wood. 

Where all your problems

 run off, as you realise you’re as small and

as missable as rain on the leaves. 

Breathing with the dampness 

you feel it’s enough. 

To be here. 

It’s enough. 

And you run,

with the sky drumming above 

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