No More Rain
In the aftermath,
a taste of sparkling, pure ozone,
the warm breath of residual sodium chloride
No more rain in our shoes
slowing our advance
A Utah of our own
no longer a mirage
beyond salt roads,
across open water
No more rain in our hearts
submerging our love
In the aftermath,
even our tears taste less alkaline,
the fruits of our labors sweet on our tongues
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