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Sep 2017
Rains, rains they come
beating on ground
to let it in.
Flying through air
to reach a place
where joining with others
is inevitable.

They come from
greying cloud
that once were white.
They drift with wind
as if each carry a rainbow
waiting to connect to hillsides
so it may shine.

Raindrops come like little tokens
paving the way
to aid flowers ready to drink,
and umbrellas ready to open.

They come in droves
as if little herds
trying to reach a mating place
inside calm waters.

Rains, oh Rains,
a construct of Nature perhaps,
but think again.
With technology
its hard to tell.

Hard, as the Cabal
have their plans,
and are ruthless
with thunderous power
that must be stopped.
Stopped so our own
rainbows in heart can shine.

StarBG © 2017
With modern technology the Cabal( controlling families that have their grip in all aspects of life like the banking system, wars, industry, TV, news and the weather) Yes they can control the weather. They use it to follow their own agenda. Wake up world and take your power back. You do that by living with love not fear, Oneness not separation and a connection to spirit for guidance
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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