Mountain Rain
Words fell like rain over the mountain
As nature prepared for her day of work
The first drops fell on the mountain's eyes
Like glistening diamonds of treasured surprise
The rain fell over the mountain's side
And embraced with trickling arms to guide
The rain fell into the mountain canyon
And formed a river of deep abandon
Swirling with airy, white foam peaks
Driven by currents of deep-swept mystique
That flowed to the meadow and flowered its plain
As if my mind were the mountain
And your words were the rain.
Copyright © Jane Wainwright | Year Posted 2009
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