There is rain on the plains
A soft rhythmic beating on my heart
It becomes wild
Erratic pulses
There is growth in every tremor
Consummation of a treasure
The child has grown
The land is green
The child is man
This rain is a mystery to me
It is my chair
It is my blood
It is the mercury
That slipped through my hands of regret
A day without it is night
A day without
I shall die
Fill me with rain
I am cleansed
I am washed away
That I may be the dew
Let me be the black cloud
Let me become the blue sky
We are human
Element
I see rain is swayed by winds
Take away my rain and I shall wither
GS 27-2-1995
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