I went outside, in the rain

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

I went outside, in the rain
this morning.
Some things were astray
The wind’s work.
It was cool, wet, and
worth it.
Heat broken from its routine
and this clear skies now
Have a chance to hide,
To exhale to let themselves
No longer be one display.
The rain washes, sweeps away
and nourishes.

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