Rain

Wave after wave,
Pounding the Mother,
As smitten insects,
Plunging to the ground.

Seemingly assaulting her,
As vicious tears of the childer.
Powerful with renewed vigor,
And of the World’s transmogrifying essences.

Her reverse tears pummel,
Hammering as unwanted loves do.
Striking fear and doubt within,
Relentless they bring growth.

Cleansing the paths,
To brighter, Happier days.
Renewing, in their dreary mists,
The sky wipes itself clean.

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