Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Tenth July Blog.
(Friday)

Rain, Lifegiver.

A drop of rain
Upon my cheek,
From above,
As if to weep
And sigh for me
In my solitude.
Heaven’s tears
Shape the landscape,
Sculpt us all,
Infinite ability,
In gorgeous
Neutrality, and we
Are pledged to
Follow each map,
Every rivulet,
Winding between
Valley and hillside.
Remote or close,
It is a positive,
Against all the
Negatives, those who
Gainsay. Spoil crops,
Flood, Yet, rain
Gives life. Drops
That fall slow. Deliberate
Globs of warm wet.
Or hard punches of
Sharp spikes, pounding
From on high,
A dark brooding sky
Heavy with moisture,
Laden with ininite possibilities.
So, come to me,
Dear raindrop,
Sweet heavenly joy.
For you are our saviour,
Without rain,
We die.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. July, 2015.

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