To Build a Rainstorm
(finally, it rained!)
pull the drops of water from
a cloud and take yourself out
from under that umbrella
nothing will keep you dry anyway
even the dew, sweat, and
precipitation of a lifetime
of clouds can't exist without
the carpets of water
that fall from our
brains
and slide from mountains into
pools in rocks
mold a raindrop in your
hand
and carry it thousands of miles
to the furthest forest
1 comment:
good poem--love the close/nice
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