Virgin Rain
I raised my eyes to see the rain.
I thought it rushed to entertain.
It was so pure; it was so great!
I thought it was my coffee mate!
I soon put there an empty pot!
To see the catch of such a plot.
It took me time to fill it up.
With virgin rain to make a cup,
Of blissful coffee on such a flame.
I was afar when something came.
It was a scent I haven’t smelled.
I felt the rain the clouds once held.
I took a sip and flew so high.
I found myself about to cry.
Of joy a few would really have,
When they enjoy the fruit of love.
16/3/2016
Copyright © Omar Jabak | Year Posted 2016
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