Traversing the avenue
While the rain poured
And the winds howled,
I become drenched to the skin,
Forsaking the now-useless umbrella
In all its pretenses of shielding my body.
And the cold take on my bones.
A shiver ruins through my body.
My aches and pains are washed away
And my sins, too, are forgiven.
I break from the shackles of perdition.
Now I wait for the sun to shine
And dry up this sodden land

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