Canid wildness in the wind
Harrying steel wool.
Clouds stampede across the sky.
Small drops fall at first;

Agents sent to spy the land.
Milk and Honey comes
Their report. Tribes and torrents
Meet and merge, pushing

Into another’s air-space.
Thunderous voices raised.
Bumptious wind makes peace scatt’ring
Combatants and clouds.

1 Response to “Rain”

  1. January 27, 2009 at 00:33

    Though the subject matter is a bit scattered, tis still a story worthily told.


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