Cry
It pours from the sky when the pressure condenses the tears of
the air
quenching my thirst to release.
The rain comes in waves like loves lonely tears
undulating across the fields flowing down the window pains
but it brings forth healing of the great cracks in the
dryness of he parched soil
it sparks life into the dormant seeds
it flows through the streams and gullies
forgotten as ancient waterways
Some find the wetness inconveniencing and obtrusive,
but they can not see though the mists of rain to the beauty
of the life of liquid
going through all life in a cycle flowing through us and
carrying all that we find we need
nourishing, quenching ,cleansing our soul
life giving tears from the heavens.
B*
Thu, Dec 19, 2002
1:11 PM