[interpolating Lines by American orator, Ralph Waldo Emerson]

Hear> CLOUDS by Moonlight> mp3 (from: RAIN Music)
(c. 2011, to be released July 2011)

After a punishing drought, the fierce sun, burned grass & parched trees;
New leaves turned sickly yellow, brown then falling,
After my grand old Wild Cherry Tree, standing straight these seventy years;
Nearly broken, brought down to wilt,
After the moonscape land burned in smokey fires, week after week, the choking haze;
After I imagined the hell of a world without trees!
After all hope nearly burned up as well....

RAIN came! Two bursts enough to run back the ticking clock of death a few days to life.
LIFE came! Again and again, She puts forth her ever-revolving hands, 'Kali-like', to bring down
the cool air aloft --
And, I read these words:

    "The sun set; but set not his hope:
    Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
    Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
    Deeper & older seemed his eye;
    And matched his sufferance sublime
    The taciturnity of Time.
    He spoke, and words more soft than rain
    Brought the Age of Gold again"