Molded By The Creator?

Rain

Whoosh! Whoosh! Splash! Splash!
The echoes of my coming
like the annunciation of a dancer.
I am the master of water
I define flow, rhyme with the river flow,
Slow I enter the holes holding the earth.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Splash! Splash!
Made for the roofs that leaks the wind
if it doesn’t catch a cloud, it will your tears.
I and your fears are phobias of old
an aisle for mosquitoes, a toe of the lake.
All stakes are high so I hold shallow creatures
to preserve our mother, to sister your streams
I’m a steam of the sky, the mirror for the stars

Whoosh! Whoosh! Splash! Splash!
Here is a toast to why I was made,
if this is not true, ask the bucket filled with the lake.

Ruddapoet

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