My eyes followed her. They wouldn't behave.
Her strut, her smile, a wicked challenge gave.
The angel on my shoulder warned, "femme fatale",
telling me kindly, "this time, let me make the call".
But I couldn't stop my feet, as I approached her -
or my lips, as my question broached her,
and my digits recorded her digits like a slave,
possessed they were, as my angel tried to save
...me. He slumped on my shoulder in defeat.
He cried as I phoned her and agreed to meet.
There was no devil on my other shoulder.
He was inside me, making my heart smolder.
My angel had wanted me to flee,
but, despite a moment of hydrologic uncertainty,
the devil made me do the crime,
but it's not so bad. I'm glad the boy is mine.
I like the smell of rain
That permeates my nose
a little time before miraculously fat drops
start falling on my head .
They bring a joyful feeling that I can not explain.
those clouds have traveled for so long I suppose,
They come from faraway .
They carry laughs , tears, flavors that slide on our rooftops .
The loving sound of kisses , enchanting songs and whispers .
The sweat of lonely farmers , the noise of fishing boats .
Because to me ,each drop of crystal water
brings memory’s life notes .
Wet stories from the past and its eternal trotter .
The never ending process of hydrologic roams .
Imagine if we could, translate the noise of raindrops.
We’ll find in one of them a sweet tale of endurance.
The story of a grandpa and a curious little girl,
all crazed about the hints of any welcomed rain .
Preparing paper boats to set them on gray currents
and hoping that they stayed afloat.
To keep their little happiness
As a forever revery ,
a minimal footnote
that floats inside a circle ,
the circle of rain’s memory .
Ice forms new land.
Water is a gentle hand.
Snow buries the dead.
Rain rebirths life ahead.
Clouds house spirits and souls.
Hail falls, heightening the tolls.
Creeks carry the weak.
Rivers bring life to the peak.
Lakes hold waters so old.
Seas claim lives they stole.
Oceans preserve origins of life.
The hydrologic Cycle, the scientists say
Is many forms of water recycled each day
Solids, gases and liquids flow
From a substance known as H2o
Precipitation, raining skies
Makes earth’s water bodies rise
Rivers, streams and lakes are fed
By ground water filtered through rock bed
Frozen atmosphere, solids form
Icy lakes from a storm
Freeze then thaw one year more
Oceans shifting from earth’s core
Relative humidity evaporates to the sky
A vapor substance that plant life relies
The hydrologic Cycle, the scientists say
Is the same water from earth’s first day
Water recycled for generations of seasons
For all living creatures to use within reason
The hydrologic Cycle, the blood of earth
Provides all off creation nutrients from birth
83% water the scientists say
Human bodies are formed this unique way
But chemicals invented for power and greed
Pollutes earth’s blood without heed
But we can fix it the scientists say
Chlorinate maximum levels, it’s the only way
Chemical and pollutants result acid rain
Earth’s water supply down the drain
We must stop this destructive trend
For the hydrologic cycle, all creation depend
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