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There’s something beautiful
about the way wet grass feels
under the balls of my feet
and how it sticks
to my toes
and how I don’t care
if I’m getting wet
or cold
and I’m fine
watching the clouds roll in
or out
letting the sun dry me
only to feel the rain
fall heavy on my bare arms
I’m not worried
about sunburn
or becoming waterlogged
and floating away
there’s something beautiful
and I refuse to leave.