As buckets fell from the sky

To cleanse me without a why

In droplets of love and pain

In sheets above and remain;

As lightening strikes a large tree

Thunder rumbles through in ecstasy.

The puffy clouds of grey-blue and black

Into each other and upon themselves stack

To gather more of the earth’s dew

So that the showers will continue

To fall from above, as the sun

Streams through millions of leaves undone

By their branches of white bark and deadwood

Whispering histories ancient to ears that could

Tell the tale of many moons past

And reincarnation to last

The millennia; which is long enough

To bare forth perfect love and perfect trust.

 

 

 

 

© Feb 2010, Maylynn Hughes