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29 May 2016

Before the Storm

The air's tense. I contemplate rain,
and contemplate absence of pain.
Tears, they say, are healing.

This parched, aching ground has a skin
taut with thirst, craving the first thin
drops, then the full spilling.












Written for Prompt Night 16: Rain showers my spirit and waters my Soul

13 comments:

  1. How we yearn sometimes for tears that don't come, as the earth yearns for release from drought, love your poem, I can relate so well,,,

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  2. This is absolutely magnificent both in words and image. I love the comparison between rain and tears as both heal our hearts and souls. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. I can feel the thirst ground, longing for a drink. May the rains come.

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  4. Moisture softens our hearts and our soil. Tears tell us we feel something deep inside that we are human indeed.

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  5. a beautiful healing touch...

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  6. The soil thirty for rain... Just like a roughened soul, waiting for healing tears. I love this, Rosemary.

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  7. The Earth is the skin of the world - the shell so often overlooked like a feeling unnoticed aching to escape.. and be relieved.. loved every thought and feeling this poem conjured up :)

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  8. oooow...that shiver that hits your skin as the storm front peaks....bliss :D XXX

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  9. I loved this piece...and the healing promise of rain.

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  10. Yes, I think tears are healing as rain. Lovely piece.

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  11. The longing in this is so nicely expressed.

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  12. Oh, Rosemary! The longing and anticipation of those first drops, and the full spill thereafter, is so moving and strong. Wonderfully expressed.

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