Monday, April 25, 2011

what sound, through open window comes...


what is that sound, so vaguely familiar, hinting of soemthing heard in distant past.  through window open to cooling breezes, can it be?  from darkening skies, can it be rain i smell, thunder i hear?

why, yes. as witnessed on, what has been long absent is approaching from the north and west. and now the sound of raindrops, heavy with promise reach my hungry ears.

quench this land, it's thirst so great, it's need unslaked.

bless this wanting land and it's people. for this gift we give thanks mother wind, mother earth you are good.

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