Saturday, May 31, 2008


The whitish-gray sky turns a bluish steel

Distant thunder pierces the man-made noise

Water from the sky falls in large drops

Bringing nourishment from the heavens

I sit back and close my eyes

Returning to my second home

The rain here dances to the same rhythm

Beating its moves into the waiting, fertile ground

It brings me to the same soothing state of mind

Remind of what is here

And what is possible


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