(A Bill Jones painting from http://www.painters-online.co.uk)
Yes, love
rain again, flood again
even nature isn't cruel this often.
Why you? Why me?
I've held in my palms
long lonely nights
fingertips shriveled
with wiping tears.
I've held in my palms
a hope that wouldn't die
a hope that bloomed
even in hatred's Sahara.
Yes, rain again cruel one
One drop, a million drops,
until this deluge
destroys me once more.
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