The rain's giant water brush rhythmically sings the trees' green colors bright.
The night's shadows evaporating mist in the quiet new day's light.
I breathe, inhaling the wet earth's scent,
and laugh at the raindrops falling in my hair and neck.
The clouds are thick and gray, a heavy cloak hanging
on the forest's shivering shoulders.
I have been here before, pirouetting around my hopes and dreams
somewhere over those clouds the sun still reigns,
somewhere I will ride that rainbow in to the sea,
foam and laughter all around me,
And my soul and those I love will be there
with me, free..
Trudi Ralston.
June 23th, 2012.
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