TIS THE MOISTURE FORMED FROM HUMIDITY

THE SWIRL OF CLOUDS CLUSTERING

THE CLANG OF ELECTRICITY

BANGING SO LOUD�?/P>

SHEATHS OF WHITE ~BLUE HURL

CYCLONIC THE TEMPEST RAGES

MUSIC TO ONE’S EARS�?

FOR THE DRY,ARID PARCHMENT

UNFURLS SPIRALLING …�?

WHIMISCAL GHOULS FOGGY MIST

BRANCHES OUT WITH EXPANSION�?

IN A BREATH CEASING THE MOMENT

WHEN ONE’S THIRST ~ BEING QUENCHED

BY THE FLOWING GIFT

THAT POURS FROM THE HEAVENS OF SULLEN GRAY�?.

ONE’S SOUL OOZES AND REAPS THE REWARDS

OF A LONG AWAKENING.

REPLENISHING SNIPPETS OF LOVING GREEN FILLS THE BARREN HOLES

CLOSED BLOOMS OPEN WITH MAGNIFICIENT COLOUR ~

WILTING MOMENTS ERASED BY THE EBBING TIDE�?

WITH NEWNESS LIFE SPRINGS INTO ABUNDANT HUE�?

THE ECHO ~ VIBRATING POUNDING THE GROUND

MELODY RIPPLES WITH DELICATED DROPS OF LIQUID GOLD.

RAIN………�?/P>

WRITTEN BY AMAZONMUM

20^TH AUGUST 2007