poetry

Sprinkle. Sprinkle. Trickle Down.

Originally published: May 4, 2007 (Age 18)

Sprinkle.
Sprinkle.
Trickle down.
Teasing us
with portends
of the rush
that soon will cascade to the ground.

Dripping.
Dripping.
Make us wait.
Watching for
the signal
that will send
the raindrops crashing to their fate.

Thicken.
Thicken.
Feel the heat.
Dancing are
two clouds with
sparks and protons
until suddenly they meet.

Thunder!
Thunder!
Shake the sky!
Rending holes
in pockets of
the heavens
as they sound their battle cry.

Faster!
Faster!
Watch them race!
Falling now
and bringing
life to
every blade and leaf and withered face.

Drenching.
Drenching.
Take a part.
Running
into rivers
filling
every open mouth and empty heart.

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