Prayer After Rain-Poem
by Samuel De Lemos
I’m the hawk gliding low,
I’m the dove cooing
in a field of yellow daisies.
I’m the fresh air after the rain.
The desert rose watered by love.
The smell of a freshly cut lawn.
I’m the tributary carrying
melted mountain snow.
I’m the thunder’s mighty roar.
I’m the pregnant sky about
to release my wine and
make the fertile soil give
birth to wondrous things.
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