Exotic like summer rain
but comforting to
enough to have me sit with you
head tilted back waiting for the wind.
Quiet, until clapping thunder
so that you never forget
you are powerful
beyond your lightening.
The bringer, the bestower, of potential
with an eye to see the seed
sleeping under the soil
with the hands to cradle them
tenderly till they sprout
their faces turned joyously toward you
the only true friend they have ever known.
© Fae Hilscher