The sky is growling now;
The clouds have become
Dark and angry…
Pink rays are furious
And run madly to and fro…
It’s pouring now,
Streams of a celestial gift
Falling into the conscience
Of the earth ….
Wetting her loins
As a sacred hymn ….
The green carpet of
The earth is wet…
Sighing an erotic
Grunt a medley
That echoes like
A valley in a dream.