Animal Rights, Spiritual and Inspirational poetry that touch the heart and soul, and provoke the mind.
I love the raucous summer storms
lambasting through our valley,
whipping the treetops every whichway,
slicing sideways
with knife-edged sheets of stinging rain;
Crackling lightning jolting my nerves,
and barrel-voiced thunder
tumbling down our hillsides.
This is a purification rite,
a thorough natural cleansing,
trimming trees and washing
every square inch of our world.
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But oh how I long
for the quiet, tender rain,
the softest, slow-falling drops
that barely move the flower petals
as they glide down
and settle on every surface;
An all-day deep-down soaking rain
that works its way
into every corner and crevice,
bringing nature’s sweet elixir
to every living thing;
This is a cozy, comforting rain
that calms the nerves
and gentles the soul.
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