Replenished Soul

Raindrops came again today
First time since the month of May.
No wind or thunder or electricity
Striking crumbled hearts with ferocity.

A quiet rain to quench the thirst
And make tiny bubbles grow and burst
In puddles that wait for happy feet
That playfully run upon the street.

A rain so needed on earth so dry;
Everything green about to die
Raindrops delivered from far above
Softened the song of a mourning dove.




Poetry by Morpheus
Read 589 times
Written on 2007-07-17 at 16:54

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