Rain wears on the nerves.
It fries the synapses with dull, repetitious vulgarity.
Normalcy erodes the soul.
No nuance to be found in the binary of the world.
Messages encoded between the water falling from the clouds.
Cleansing the dirt from the metal and pavement, while feet hurry their way along without notice.
No composure to be seen.
Avoidance of style noted, all the while the refuge is being dissolved.
The hope of all to be shared is transgressed in the meeting of two hands.
A home rebuilt upon a wealth greater than time's sands.
Take back what's rightfully ours.
Take back what belongs to our hearts.
Take back all words that are lies.
Comprise the future on love and truth combined.
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