May Showers
Leaves are shallow like bowls,
as they wait for the clouds to release
the rains that had become metaphors,
or promises frozen in time.
The promises are frozen no more!
They dark, grey clouds are an omen of God's
green light to rejuvenate the earth once more.....
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