The kiss of the rain (Poem #99)

It always amazes me how gentle the sky is to the ground,

when it graces it with it’s presents,

as it tip-toes across the ground,

elegantly sheds it’s tear,

turns it’s head with a breeze,

then smiles upon the earth with it’s light,

only to remind it what darkness is…

Until you anger it,

then it will slam it’s fist in anger,

thrash it’s waves in agony,

and scream it’s winds in terror.

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