Rain
And the clouds build up
to thunderous applause
rubbing shoulders
as they muscle for position
but their lives throw shadows of their existence
brief, so brief
yet they bring the relief
to the dried earth croaking its plea
up on high
hey, what about me!
The clouds put their heads together
And share a lament
They share a sad story
And then they repent
They break down in tears
And in love release their fears
As the ground receives
As one that believes
Sustenance, relief, quenching, with tears
Of joy
Ah, what joy,
As the cracked lips that were gapingly open
Receive their drink, and close with satisfaction
Ah, the relief
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