The trees dance in a wind carrying a sweet scent.
The ground shakes in hesitant excitement as the sky roars and explodes in flashes of light.
It is a celebration.
For they know they are about to be visited by a friend they have not seen in awhile.
A friend who the trees need and would not be themselves without.
A friend whom the ground loves and holds.
A friend whom the sky introduces.
A friend who goes by the beautiful name.
Of Rain.
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So Much to Say
PoetrySo much to say. That in itself says a lot. This is a place where I put my poems. Hope you enjoy it.
