The rain remembers

by on July 9, 2019 :: 0 comments

The rain remembers her lovelorn ponds
See how they roll and babble
Speaking life to the trees and wind
Baptized in color
The smell of wet chlorophyll and lightning
A soothing mass lofts her mallards, skating effortlessly
While white cranes flicker
In soul’s blue embrace
Her comforting message
You’re home
The rain remembers.

editors note:

Shelter in that blue embrace of soul. Remember? – mh clay

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