from the horizon a slow burn soon escalates we’re caught by surprise
gathered on petals the light raindrops tease the light reflecting morning
the soft morning breeze carries the songbirds’ chorus mixing like sweet cream
with calm disruption an unseen hand scrapes the sky absentmindedly
the clouds linger on bringing another wet day and puddles to jump
a single flower draws attention to what is else wise just a bush
roots keep us anchored unlike a tree, the anchor is not physical
we reach to the sky as dreamers; faster, higher but wake back on earth
there’s a harmony when clouds and rains conspire that drowns the senses
the raindrops gather on the new growth, waiting to soak a passerby
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