The field was dry as I was lying in it.
I could feel the cracks of the earth upon my bare skin;
just like mourns from Mother Nature herself.

Like an approaching relief, I could see the clouds appearing.
I could feel them on my skin;
I let it in like the dried-up cracks of the earth.
Like a friend thought lost.

And that summer rain washed off all the dirt, all the dust – as if they were sins;
and it set me free from that spell;

from that person that I was.

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