The rain had speeches from
a umbrella.
They were steps to covering a protective
shield to Love.
Opening one up displayed the language of wetness
that down-poured showers for washing
away dirt, and watering the thirsts that spoke of
virtues.
The smell was fresh, airy and cool.
THE THOUGHTS PAINTED TREASURES OF PROMISES.
--MIISRAEL
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Monday, April 11th 2016 at 10:36AM
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