What Completes the Rain
What completes the rain is the dialect it speaks in the season in which it is born
The winter chorus of the winds horn is as natural to the cold rain
As the ancient Hiada tribes are in the North
Fearless and Proud
When the rain whispers of the sun's breath like a mistress asking for forgiveness
The thunderclouds will bridge the medium exposing her to Spring
The summer melody of the gentle rains are kissed by the dreams
of newborns caressing their toes in the grass from the nearest encounter of heaven to the furthest part of earth
You can hear me silent, comforting and near
When the Fall moon forces the rain she illuminates the dying leaves of the patch
and crystallizes the crests of the sea graceful and unbound
Hallowed and sincere I am.
Thoughts and Insight from the Author:
"There is a purpose no matter how big or small fragmented or fixed, tangible or unchangeable with Nature, for it is the fuel that supplies the heart center to all things living into becoming."