Billows

Posted by Ras (Plano, United States) on 3 September 2008 in Landscape & Rural.

She lay on my lap sad,
Her eyes welled up as we sat in silence,
Unlike the sky above pregnant and waiting to let go,
She let her rain fall on her cheeks,
I am glad to have been the ground.
Springing forth with new knowledge,
Watered by her heart,
Hear heavenly tears.
-Ras