Gutters violently shatter nature's rain
condensing its matter into a stream;
drooling from the mouth
attempting to break free.
Ripening the soil and seed
evaporating its moist air
tickleing the sky
and raping them of their last tear.
Kissing them softly
pollinating within.
Sniffing their waft
senseing seasons beginning.
Blooming the fetus
flowering in the womb;
thankful for this cry
that allowed the sun to peek through.

Annie


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