Summer rains relieve the thirst of the earth.
Reviving wilting plants and inspiring birth.
Sparing the ecosystem from many fatalities.
The air is cleansed of impure abnormalities.
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yet rainbow comes in its own time and we revel upon the moments it stays and we dream being shined within and still ingrained in mind beyond and beneath
This poem amazed me with the imagery, thanks so much for sharing. Well Done, A 10+ Rosemary
Theresa - We must keep our eyes open and aware or we miss them, simple splendors. Ours to enjoy, if we can open our souls to them. Read my 'If I should lose my soul' if you get a chance. Bless you for this! Cheryl
Theresa, I love rainbows, they are better than a pot of gold. Yours is worth two, pots of gold I mean. Bob