tears of God
fallen
heavily lay upon creation
the wetness clinging
weighing down
penetrating
the very earth
clouds like the mist of
pain and sorry
hover
brooding
like an anxious mother over
an afflicted child
but on the other side of
gray
the will sun shine and the mountain soar
the bent grass will lift itself joyfully to the
light
and in the rain softened earth
the bright hued flowers will awaken
and expose
their true colors
soon the wind will blow
and move the trees and the grass
into sprightful liveliness
and all creation will dance
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