Washed

Rain falling all around me,
  gentle, drop, drip, coming.
Then the pounding, cleansing
  gush, drenched, plunged
Even the feet don't escape
  this torrent meant to cleanse.
Washed through and through,
  like the ground beaten,
Then emerges the flower
  hidden away til its baptism.
What a wonder lies hidden,
  what wonder is hidden in me?