Raindrops fall from the rooftop
into the open arms of the grass
seeping into the heat of the earth
drenching it with coolness.
And each passing wind
carries a whisper of promise
that something will be better
after the sky’s grieving.
A breaking of my soul upon
the twilight of my darkest hour
and the mild shadow of yourself
enters my dream and i wonder…
are you the promise that comes
after the crying of heaven?
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