the rain

the rain
came
in waves
not
of salutation
but
of blessing
kissing my face
with a harsh
and brutal
frankness
bending
the trees
in a sea sent breeze
fast dripping
the thirsty
fuschia
and sending
the beetle
scuttling home
before the path
became pooled
and dangerous
o
the rain
the rain
o
the rain
embracing all
in forceful
gay abandon
the
rain
o
the rain
o
the rain
God's tincture
life blood
leaven



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-08-19 at 17:26

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Havetslys
A wonderful write, Peter. Made me think of the pourring, refreshing rain we all need in our lives at times to wash ourselves clean of all the troubles and burdens and start from scratch, creating space and fruitful soil for new blossoms to grow.
2007-08-19


Rob Graber
O the rain! One almost can feel it... Well done!
2007-08-19