Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Be Slow to Speak, Quick to Listen.

It gave out two drops,
Of cold clear rain,
Then thunder spoke,
To reply it.

Strike it with lightning,
Those mere two drops,
Surely means what I'm thinking.

Without asking;
Clarifying,
Thunder broke out,
Across the sky...

... The little cloud,
Was just passing by.

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