O gentle rain,
Wash away
My despairing thoughts,
And cool the heat
Of hurt feelings,
And repeated rejection;
Fall upon my upturned face
And become the tears
I can no longer shed;
And soothe the pain
That enrobes me
By clothing me
In your moist embrace.
You who nurtures nature
With heavenly drops,
I call upon you
To nurture me
As I struggle
To root myself
In a land peopled
With breasts of rock.
A StormSpinner kind of write: my ultimate compliment: wish I'd written this beautifully emotive poem. Gorgeous, Rebecca, as is the Poet who penned these lines.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Rain mixed with tears, how beautiful. I love the way you wrote this, to call upon the rain for help.
Mary