Rain in the Summer Sky

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Raindrops trickle on the forest's brow
Forming transparent puddles,
That reflect your querying face
And catches the dream of a moment.

Storm cells brew on the radar,
Fearful in their presence as they pass
Life on the brink of forever's portals
Until thunder morphs into cuddles .

In the streams your form takes shape,
Eyes that gaze with hope and love
Flowing into a moving river of blooms
Summer showers caress the fields.





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Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

It's been a season for storms and rain, high winds and floods... This offers a different, more gentle metaphor for the rain.