The Long-Awaited Rain

It hasn’t rained in quite awhile,
But it is raining now;
The morning’s dark, and ominous,
And full of hate, somehow

There’s so much never written on
The hidden happening –
For justice and injustice are
Two words for the same thing –

But love is like the sacred rain,
And ardor like the wind,
They come when least suspected, and
Upon them hopes are pinned

Of anything like green that grows;
Of just the smallest bud —
For growth is messy,
Made of earth and water, mixed
In mud

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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