Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Rain


It has rained more than was needed
And it continues with small respites
Water has penetrated every weakness
For some it flooded rural life with anger
But water is the master of all the Earth
The silver blood of a world in cloudy veins
But we would wish that it would slow
Still its rapid heartbeat just for a time
So we may catch sight of the rainbow
That arcs across the watery meadows