there is a hissing sound
not the sizzling of bacon
nor the crackle of static
but one softer than those
the sound of thirst sated
as rain soothes dry earth
easing plants sufferings
while renewing growth
but not soft this time
a hammering of nature
pounding the ground
driving the water deep
lightning flashes bright
flashbulbs freezing time
capturing the moments
like God's own paparazzi
thunder booms applause
long rolling ovations
cheering rain's triumph
the angel's in box seats
no faint little kiss is this
no gentle warm embrace
but hard and furious
battle waged not romance
and still the earth hisses
welcoming the deluge
opening arms to embrace
seeking solace in the flood
Such a brilliant vision you created! I read with bated breath each stanza looking forward to the next. My own thought wound around the theme gave it levels of meaning. How can anyone read this, look at your picture of an enigmatic smile, and not smirk with pleasure?
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