Rolling boulders ripping through the sky.
Beneath, with bated breath I lie.
Mother nature's pregnant swell, showing.
One final crack of the whip, glowing.
The quenching droplets rapidly flowing.
Birth of new life long awaited.
Earth's crippling thirst satiated.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Rolling boulders ripping through the sky.
Beneath, with bated breath I lie.
Mother nature's pregnant swell, showing.
One final crack of the whip, glowing.
The quenching droplets rapidly flowing.
Birth of new life long awaited.
Earth's crippling thirst satiated.
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