When the rains came
Pegasus could no longer fly. I could now sleep peacefully, listening to the rhythmic beating of the rain.
As it sings, only its voice is heard, closure from my daunting thoughts and the noisy sun. Even my fellows with umbrellas wait.
“This could be a blessing or a curse.”
The farmer looked out of his shed to his farm. What was he seeing? The clouds were dark, lightning struck, the arteries of heaven. Now it’s blood pours down on earth, why should the clouds cover heaven?
“The sun is at our backside, entertain us just this once,
let’s witness the injuries of heaven.”
Who is this that blows softly in my face, and lays beside me? Oh! the angels are here, they’ve come to visit. I now shall pretend to be asleep.
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