Rains on the vegetable patch
Sickened, it came waning
From the up North, land of ice.
Feverish cloud, it came only
To ebb at your windowpane.
Rain; rain on your small love's patch
Where your vegetables grow
Drunk on white blood of the cloud.
You never knew the story
The cloud came here to say.
Come out. If the rainbow may
Remember from a life
Over the other end.


Comments: 14
Great line: Drunk on white blood of the cloud.
More people should be reading you.
Thanks for posting this to Short Story and More!
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