Rain

Rain


Lines form at the windows, making the room a prison.
The water distorts our view of the trees 
Who are drinking, 
Freely outside.
Confined we find our imagination
While Nature pours hers from the clouds
Who are feeding
Minds and fields alike.





(From the Eden collection)
Copyright LJ 2017

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