I think you are

The afterglow of a rainy


You spill the 

Grass with icky


And fungus thrives.

Brightening up the dull 


And the air feels 

Dry and moist

Heavy and humid 

There is no wind.

Only sweat.

But sometimes,

You fill the sky

With violet and red

And green and yellow

And orange and blue.

That I forget that

My clothes are sticking

To my skin.

I forget the grime 

Covering my shoes.

I forget the icky parts.

And my day is greeted

With sunlight shining

Through wet leaves.

As if the storm had 

Never come.


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