Rain

Hold a

dream.

Like rain,

it brings

life

to a barren

world.

But

like rain,

it is fleeting,

unpredictable,

never

stable.

Yet hold,

a hand to

invisible

stars

above.

“Op’ thine eyes,”

wait

for the

tears

of the sun,

to meet

the earth.

Hold a

dream

like rain.

Open eyes,

and open hands,

cascade

over falls.

Centuries

smooth away

the jagged

pieces

and

the breathless

heart

is set free.

Like a

flower petal

cradling

the mother’s

transcendent

love.

Forever

growing,

into

radiant

reality.

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[DeletedUser]

Beautiful. I loved the adjectives you used. Impressive use of figurative language:)