Awake:
the sound of the bellowing sky.
Clouds:
cluttered, bruised with shamefull sorrow,
welling up the days misfortune only to drain its tears.
Rain:
seeping into every well the earth has provided,
overflowing to distract and make unpleasant.
I:
sit in amazement,
adoring natures fury,
realizing she cups us in her gentle hands,
controls the agenda of our lives.
Nature:
Baptize me in your tears,
let me dance in the water so rare,
let it be proven that I love your ways,
recognize your pain,
and adore proving your place to all in this world.
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