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September Morning

It’s morning the sky is dark, during
the night heavy clouds have surrounded
the village, all is still leaves on trees dare
not tremble, for if it rains now it will be
too hard washing top soil away exposing
roots of old trees and killing saplings.
What’s needed is rain that gently downs
for hours till soil is sated, then listen to
the harmonious sound of drops that fall
from roofs and trees like a calm reflection.
See golden rays finding their way between
pallid clouds and think of nothing else but
to inhale nature’s scent.