WITNESS OF THE SKY
I see
Expectant clouds
Perambulating across
The once sterile sky,
It is evident
The mother sky
Is about to give birth,
It rumbles in labour pain
And to my hopeful eyes
I smile at my small garden
For what is about to happen.
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yes indeed poet...a little rain is all we need in our lives