when it rains

25 January 2006

The rain swoops down,
Descending in all whiteness and wetness,
Embracing the land in a steamy mist.
Incessantly pounding,
It seeks every little crack and crevice
To fill with its vibrant life.
Now slowing, and now hurrying,
But always, always, always falling
Until earth in ecstasy gives up the ghost.

Points to Ponder: Is the poem about sex?

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