After The Rain

The

parched earth

open and

waiting for the

cleansing love of nature's tears, anticipate a

fulfilling soaking of crystal blessings

cascading from

the joy of

heaven,

to

quench

the thirst

of the world's

true majestic

scenes which grow into gifts after the rain

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A lovely poem. Very nice shape. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[jay geenen]

nice poem, I always thought rain made the plants happy so I connect with this poem. Jay