creative works, Poetry


You hold your own negative connotation. 
You say you are a storm
Hard, cold, ready to destroy anything in your way.
You say you are rain
Falling and crashing to the ground
You only seem beautiful.
And I agree- you are rain.
But rain is not something to be afraid of.
Here I am, Seattle girl, loved rain from the start. Loved you from the start.
Rain is beautiful.
Come, fertile soil-bring buds, grow flowers, reveal beauty
I am the flower you help to grow.
Out with storms and grey-
because this is not what you are.
You are beauty, you are nature
You create streams and rivers
And I pray
I can be part of
your ocean.


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