Always Flowing (poetic ' what do you contain? ' version)

Oh, dark clouds, what do you contain?

Are your lips wet with rain?

Ready to fall on natures skin

Part the waves, sink within

 

Place damp caresses on the fingers

As they catch every drop that lingers

Fresh from the drama, high above

Filled with wetness and creations love

 

That falls passionately, again, again

From the skies. filled with hard rain

Done