I ask, which cloud did you glide upon?
and how far have you come?
Drenching through my thoughts
my legs refusing to run,
For your tear drops are tap-dancing…
on the grey pavement above,
From the dust of Africa or China do you come?
and to what melody does life’s life hum?

By B. L. Crisp


4 thoughts on “Rain

    1. And from solar flares and distant stars, our earth is forever shined upon.

      Rain and clouds can brighten our day just like the sun if we change our paradigm of thought and living. : )


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