Rain
she walks in quietly
smiling like a child
drum roll on the
tin roof
i love her
i am welcoming
she is kind
the dry earth dancing
her touch of love
tears of joy
i am free now like
a butterfly float
i open my mouth
to her generosity
she covers me with
wet kisses hiding
my tears in her lap
i walk in the street
of bliss
orchestra of the
wind
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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