Rain
A swollen river of tomorrow's tears;
Cried forever lonely in night's darkest hours.
Like life's oft' misinterpreted souvenirs;
A rapture of the most glorious, mystical powers.
Rain's a priceless treasure, inconsistent with the drought;
A dangerous liaison in tropical climbs.
To the delta a force for which to watch out;
To the river it's source - it's heart and lifelines.
Tears of the Heavens enveloping the lands;
Rain is God's gift, like the air and the wind,
Precious life's blood to the dry, desert sands;
A mystery unsolved, like the yang and the yin.
Halcyon days of summer bathed in the sun's heat;
A pleasant, cool shower - making our day complete.
An odorous essence like the breath of the gods;
A petrichor finale, when the dry Earth, finally nods.
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