when rain speaks she has no shallow dexterity
she holds the bosom of skies in peaceful mothering’s
broken drops of purpose, going back before the days of moses,

she smells familiar, like the beginning,
a leaping exodus, barring wide -stirrings
billows, openings and moaning’s to songs of mercy
ditty-breaks, of breathing rain,
heaving -heavy her chorus, of holy wonder,
dimensions and multitudes will look upon her…
she is poet, and prophet,
falling with the sunrise, and rising with the
night sky.
Krissy, I am getting a little bit used to your uplifting videos. You are not allowed to miss a day! 😊🙏🏻
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hahahahaha! aw you are too kind….this made my day 😊💜 thank you Michele Lee
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Rain as a poet is a blessing parable.
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Amen to that!💜😊
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Wow, talk about a Hallelujah moment, falling with the sunrise, and rising with the
night sky. I love your ebb and flow Krissy! 🌨🌞🌙🙏🏼🌟💞
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thank you so much Kym, that means so much from one Poet to another 💙😊
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You’re absolutely welcome Krissy! My pleasure. 🤗💋🥰🌺😊🎶🦋🥳
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Very good! You read it as if you are one with “Rain!”
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ah! thank you so much – I will start saying that “one with the rain” love that Tkbrown blessings to you💙😊🤗
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