Scent of coming rain
Fall to knees as if to pray
Thunder deafens words
You defy distance
Sending the wind to soothe me
Sky begins to move
Clouds become dark signs
Shapes of past, present, future
Rain falls like sweet grace
Taste your forgiveness
Water cleanses my sharp tongue
Reconcile our hearts
Love awaits like spring reborn
Tiny blooms appear
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