Sweet Rain, pouring on Street
black, lacking in country Dust
soft, with fragrance as perfume
Caring Cloud, bathing the Tree
green, laden with fresh Fruit
ripe, with taste as nectar
Loving River, meeting the Ocean
blue, pregnant with water Life
waiting, as for mother's milk
Monday, January 17, 2011
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