It snuck up on me when I was sleeping, the rain.
It had drowned out the alarm beeping, the rain.
When summer gets right under the skin
it has everything in you leaping, the rain.
When life becomes a little too much to take
it reminds you of all that’s keeping, the rain.
Likened to manna and love but how
it could leave you weeping, the rain.
Charu-Khepi loves laundry sun-dried and warm but this
holds together rhythms of sowing and reaping, the rain.
And now, I long for the rain here. "Likened to manna ...." - gorgeous!
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