Fat Wet Raindrops Of Love
by Divinity 11 11
Friday, January 02, 2004
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What if every fat, wet, round raindrop really is angel's tears
Falling in horrible chilling grief over a child's life full of fear?
"The little ones," they cry again and again, "are born into pain.
Why put them on a desolate earth, where there's nothing to gain?
War, destruction, desolation, abuse, hate, crime, lies, lust and greed.
They journey blindly on through it searching, but where will it lead?"
The clouds slowly dissipate and part, leaving the world shining anew
Bright and clear with a soft, gentle, comforting and glistening dew.
A compassionate knowing father sighs, smiling, and announces from above
"Without children, the world would not know the purest form of innocent love."
Dogged Drama Productions
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|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Rain, for me, is very personal, and I like the concept you share here.
Thanks for this beautiful write, Jessica.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|paradoxical,and very well said..|
|Reviewed by Robert Blackwell (Reader)
|Indeed, we could not, and would not, thrive without the love and example of our children. They are the most precious commodity that we have. Thank you for writing such a beautiful poem.
Also, thanks for your reviews of my fantasy poetry; it's a favorite of mine. I'll see if the paladin can spare a photo. **s**