Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Rain

This cloud is pregnant with the rain
and ready to give birth
she writhes in pain ~
her water breaks and life anew
pours down on me
pours down on you,
waking every dormant seed,
fulfilling every craving need;
and cleansed herself, of purest white
rejoins her flock
in Heaven's light.

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