The place I live gets plenty of rain, but that's okay, because that's Washington. It's beautiful and lovely, and when it rains, so do myeyes out of pure beauty.
water within
frothy clouds
His fingers touch each and every one of them
causing them to break down
and sob
out of love,
joy,
happiness.
for, He is there
forever
if there were any time to cry
i'd try
to do it now
each rain drop kisses my cheek
in celebration
of a new spring
sing.
