The clouds exhaled,
and the mountain received its breath.
Rain came down in silver needles,
beading the earth with crystal diamonds,
spilling grace across the mountain’s face.
I rushed home from work
and saw a stream cascading
down the mountainside as I arrived.
It glanced at me—
fluid, rhythmic, alive,
laughing as it ran—
a gift the rain had let loose
from the mountain.
The sight was a blessing in motion:
a stream of rushing water
breaking free from the rocks.
I felt streams of living water
running through me,
and I was thankful
for the abundance of rain poured out today—
a life-giving gift upon the earth.
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- Comment from author about the poem: It rained for several hours in my town.
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A most beautiful account in poetic form of that life giving and taking substance and force. Nicely done my friend
Amen. We just had a good drop of rain, creeks and the river are fresh. I was amazed by the amount of water, coming off the rocks, on the top of the hills!
A man after my own heart,
Forgive me.
Thank you for commenting on my poem. I have a short clip of the stream that I'll share later. It was a downpour...
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