17.

It’s been raining, pouring down for 17 days 

Everyday at a quarter to noon I go outside to stand in it for hours 

For the past 17 days, not a drop has touched my skin

As if there is an invisible forcefield around my body that repels the natural sprinkle 

An untouched circumference of dry land forms around my being

I am not a cactus. I do not thrive on neglect.

I am dehydrated.

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