The Color of Rain
by The Herban Goddess
I saw the rain fall to the ground,
Touched softly gold by a hidden sun,
Settle on the magenta face of an open rose
Like grateful teardrops.
I saw the crimson tinted rain fall
Between the autumn leaves of the fragile aspen,
Caressing the Rocky Mountains
With the Goddess' divine passion.
I saw the rain fall crystalline white
On a frozen landscape
Where all life slept peacefully
In suspended animation under a blue gray sky.
I saw the rain fall tender green,
Kissing blossoms and slender shoots,
Wrapped in the Goddess' life giving embrace,
And the Earth was clean and bright and new once again.
volume 10(4)
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