Rain

Trees smile in joy from the energy of tired rains,.
Carefree birds threading a needle through clouds veins,.
Singing praise to an angel sitting on a mountain,.
Carving portions of a cantaloupe melon,.
Feeding the masses that beckon for life,.
Who fly well above where they have the right,.
There was a whisper of wind in the passes below,.
Where all of the children gather and grow,.
Into human beings looking for solace,.
Free from all evil and malice,.
On that day a cloud was born from the tears of lost generations,.
To greet a new ocean that has no resignations,.
Fill them with the dreams of such a majestic onset of beauty,.
Lift them into the trees that smile into the sky,.
Let their leaves touch the innocent,.
And bless them with the angel's magnificence,..,.,.,