Return Of The Rain: For The Ones Who Listen With Their Hearts. Poem by Annalee Somerville

The sky cracked open with a whisper,
not of fury, but of grace,
a low rumble, ancient and knowing...
rolling across the dreaming space.

The rain came soft-footed,
like a grandmother's touch on the brow,
each drop a blessing, each gust a breath...
the Earth exhaling now.

It danced on cedar, kissed the sage,
awoke the sleeping stone,
it traced the prayers left in the smoke...
and made the silence known.

Thunder walked with measured steps,
a guardian in the sky,
its voice a drumbeat echoing...
the songs we sang to cry.

And I, beneath this sacred storm,
stood open, bare, and still,
grateful for the water's gift...
and the thunder's quiet will.

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