drip,drop, drip drop...
The land echoes with rumbles and roars.
As I watch the sky open up,
it starts to pour.
I can't stop the rain,
but I will weather the storm.
Rain is to the earth: as tough times are to human growth.
Copyright © matt T. love | Year Posted 2010
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