In it there is no strife.
Earth knows it as its growth.
We all know it as life.
The earth cries out for more.
When heaven stands to hear.
She might send a drop or two.
Or perhaps even a downpour.
The clouds don't know what to do.
Finding the need to let it out.
Then on a better thought.
They like to take up again.
When the heavens agree.
The clouds do leave.
The dry hard ground.
Opens up to soak it in.
With conference with the sun.
Willingness from the ground.
A sprig of life is formed.
Springing from the ground.
The sun grows warm.
The ground grows hard.
Seeking solace from its heat.
Crying out to heaven.
Will heaven listen.
This tiny prayer sent above.
The clouds rumble.
As she take her fill from below.
The heavens are lit.
Grumbling out its acceptance.
As the gray appears.
A drop falls from heaven.
The ground rejoices.
Soaking in the gift.
Sent so from above.
Giving life to all.
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