Parched

The earth was thirsty, with the memories of trees long cut, and it’s surface hardened, that long since rain soaked.

m.a.

Raindrops

The sky mingled with the Earth infinitely in the tenderness of rain drops.
m.a.

First Kiss

Winter’s woes ended with the first kiss of summer. Ah ! Spring is born, the sky wrote poems and the earth blushed and blossomed !

m.a.

Rain

Sometimes, deep in the night it rains and it rinses my soul everytime it does. It drowns out the noise of the world, and everything else seems less significant compared to this miracle. I can smell both the sky and the earth, as if it brought them together for a while. 

m.a.