God has come and the rain has fallen…
We pray for sun – forgetting the
Kisses of life giving, comforting rain
Chilling bodies but not souls
Nor the earth beneath our feet
Granting us all these enchantments
A whispering rain off the ocean water tells
Secrets we've long forgotten
The playful gray-black splotched seal
Has not forgotten – their faces popping
Above the churning green surface as a
Toddler that's just begun to walk
Pulling their full soft faces over ledges
Just to high for a giddy blissful gander
The graceful but awkward Cormorant has
Not forgotten, as it glides itself above
The rolling swells – settling in on its
Floating ocean home
Free, Graceful, Home
Gray Cobble stones roll and whisper
With the rain and waves
Unthinking but remembering in a way
A thousand stories could they tell of
Rainy days long forgotten
A bear, invisible to me, saunters
Un and down Pine treed hills
Paws softly, rhythmically, passing
Upon these mossy sweet wet hills
Its not forgotten drops of rain, wetting
Its muzzle – the bushes of salmon berry leaves
Meadow flowers brushing against its thick sleek fur
A tiny droplet of water gently bends
Beach grass, this way and that
As the tears of some omni eye fall
Upon the rivulets of the leaves and glides
Over its luscious rich green body to the
Arrow of its shoot, accumulation, it bursts
Silently falling in a clear free fall of
Glorious pure joy, exploding upon the ground
A short sweet life – leaving the beach grass
Wavering happily, beckoning to the immense
Gray sky for more
As the summer passes, as it will, and the lively
Green grasses fade to an autumn hue
It will not have forgotten these blissful
Rainy days
We pray for sun – forgetting the
Kisses of life giving, comforting rain
Chilling bodies but not souls
Nor the earth beneath our feet
Granting us all these enchantments
A whispering rain off the ocean water tells
Secrets we've long forgotten
The playful gray-black splotched seal
Has not forgotten – their faces popping
Above the churning green surface as a
Toddler that's just begun to walk
Pulling their full soft faces over ledges
Just to high for a giddy blissful gander
The graceful but awkward Cormorant has
Not forgotten, as it glides itself above
The rolling swells – settling in on its
Floating ocean home
Free, Graceful, Home
Gray Cobble stones roll and whisper
With the rain and waves
Unthinking but remembering in a way
A thousand stories could they tell of
Rainy days long forgotten
A bear, invisible to me, saunters
Un and down Pine treed hills
Paws softly, rhythmically, passing
Upon these mossy sweet wet hills
Its not forgotten drops of rain, wetting
Its muzzle – the bushes of salmon berry leaves
Meadow flowers brushing against its thick sleek fur
A tiny droplet of water gently bends
Beach grass, this way and that
As the tears of some omni eye fall
Upon the rivulets of the leaves and glides
Over its luscious rich green body to the
Arrow of its shoot, accumulation, it bursts
Silently falling in a clear free fall of
Glorious pure joy, exploding upon the ground
A short sweet life – leaving the beach grass
Wavering happily, beckoning to the immense
Gray sky for more
As the summer passes, as it will, and the lively
Green grasses fade to an autumn hue
It will not have forgotten these blissful
Rainy days
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