A rainy morning’s a bliss.

‘tis as if

Heaven’s lips,

in the guise of mists,

kiss the Earth.

Then it parts,

Rain makes love

with fertile Earth.

he is at her mercy

she is strong, she is willful

she is Earth.

And on rainy mornings,

she drinks her fill

of heaven’s water

to nourish her womb,

and slake the thirst

of her burning soul.