O RAIN
Silver arrows
Losoosed from
A cloudy
Bow
Strike us
From skies⁶
About
To earth below...
Not arrows
Of mere
Love
But of a delight
That Rain gifts
Us
Letting earth
Quench her
Thirst
And grow
Supple!
Such a wonder
It can be
When the love
And delight
Turn our gentle
Not violent
Toward
Us living beings...
For, when this
Happens
Destruction
Is what meets
Our sights
And at this
We shut our
Own rainy
Eyes!
So I have a
Prayer wish...
Let Rain shoot
Playful, love filled
Delightful
Arrows from her
Bowstring
And allow earth
And being to be
Without loss
And destruction...
Just let us be!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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