Breaking of a cloud that bears your name

Water flows through a ridge on the mountain,I carefully observe.
Clouds block the sun, leaving a small
opening for light to shine.
Beams of light touch my fingers and
particles of me stream through.
Feeling the clean water pouring from the
sky, I glance up and wait.
The beams leave me in shock, causing ridge
to ripple wildly.
I fall to the ground, grabbing for an ounce
of mother earth.
Looking up to the sky, I see wild lines of
rain, wondering endlessly.
Memories flash in ephemeral moments, whereby
rain drops blast hard.
Zephers of wind shake my state of mind.
The earth shatters my dryness and screams
power.

Filipe Santos

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