Gift of Storms
Thus it begins so silent and still,
A tempest is born from over the hill.
A fury and beauty each of their own,
A wonder to watch curled up in your home.
Combined of light and shadows and sound,
Led by the scent of rain all around.
Please Mother Earth and Father to us all,
Send us this gift so that the rain will fall.
Copyright © Kathryn Pinel | Year Posted 2007
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