Drenched to be quenched*
The cloud weighs heavy, alone in the sky
The sunlight stays still, darkness passes by
But the golden rays cannot be seen Now
Allowance of rainfall has been brought up somehow
A quicker drenching to the land is its choice
To make a parched place to live, oh so moist
Dom*Colucci 2011
Dear Dom: Love how your describe natures so intimately and profoundly; definitely gifted! Blessings always! :)
ReplyDeletedoes feel good after I read this a second time...thanks my Dearest chiccoreal for stopping by with such a wonderful comment...enjoy as well(+)
ReplyDeleteDom*;)xoxoxo---{--@