by Jerry Ratch
I tried to drain the ocean
But only got a waterfall
I tried to drain the sky
But only got a thunderstorm
I got lightning
I got rain
I had to build a city
By blowing on the palm of my hand
The sands rose up
The dust blew away
And all that was left
Was a pillar of salt
I had a dream that I wasn't who I am
Until I found the inner life of clouds
After sunset
And that was when the wild rain
Of dreaming came to an end
And Reality set in
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Gentle and spare. Love wild rain.
"And that was when the wild rain
Of dreaming came to an end
And Reality set in"*
Thanks, Dianne and Tim!
Good one, Jerry.
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thanks, Bill! Good to hear from you.