(DROPS FALLING REFLECTIVE SEE)
THE SOUND SO INTROSPECTIVE SEE...
The drops of rain fall reflective in puddles where lights glisten and waves undulating outward testify that more is occurring right now.
The sky grey hides the brutal Florida sun, a brief moment of respite from the blazing rays.
The trees reach to heaven thanking Allah.
Cows in field kneeling down, such relief.
A slowwww down and so many cursing natural occurrences.
The grass would remind you of being brown, a man in Africa would gladly trade places right now.
A fish would jump up and slap ya, Somebody somewhere is thirsty right now, crusty lips and a hungry belly.
People crying bout rain one way or the other I guess.
Too much, too little, never just enough, that way with so many things I guess.
Drops in the very sky catching the very light prismatic.
Reflections reflecting introspective on a grey day in T'allah' assee.
Seven hills bearing witness to the glory.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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