Rain comes and is gone a momentary discomfiture ,nothing like the pause that the doctrine of conditions people call home .The Moldy Doctrine
People in the absurdity of mind look to the sky and not into the samesness, not the monastic sameness ,but the institutional momentous one
Within the moment of one drop of rain the moral obliquity comes in silence moody gray to wash away the mortal affront the coldness appears
We see rain or hear rain as it yet was some nautical venture a nauseous dose of the natural world or shortcommins our native incompetence
The rains came as a depression a scheme of uncertainty of necessary change, What is necessary is negligible in quantity in the mists of time
The neutral opponent holds little in the nerveless hand , but perplexites of allowance to the literary and artistice abjects in hands cold
So what is logical in the hands of numb and cold of rains passion? Loyal to the rain loving and reverential the devoted call loud RAIN RAIN
One who has climed to clean waters have seen above eternal snowline and have been striped bare as by a stream of locusts
The quit breathless pale ghost cold hands and colder heart only warm with adorations of a mothers child . Finding a vast river unfailing
The source of sleep falls like a shallow stream in mans eyes , the unfailing source is swift as the thoughts of one drop
A blast of tears from the skies , this the easiest ways to learn as the Pharaoh set his star ,this as unapproachable within life
The soul is like wine as the water-lily looks to love and truth ,beneath a sky beheld great Babel, and blood-red clouds will bring a new
By Timothy Dougherty
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