Lucky is the rain, <br />For its concealment is sublime, <br />When absorbed by openness <br />And rid of counterparts; <br />Suckling the night’s shade <br />In dry, warm fields. <br /> <br />Happy is the sun, <br />As crystal shivers blossom <br />In breath-held, bright mornings; <br />Pondering the shade, <br />As the sibling frosts <br />Nip each other’s toes.<br /><br />Stug Jordan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prelude-15/
