Imagine the muffled sounds
Of a seed weeping
Begging the rain to stop

At 10cm no mother
Wishes death upon her baby
But the sound of her tears
Are the same

It is the bursting in the rainstorm
That brings forth new life

The seed knows not what is coming
And waters herself.
Not believing that rain
And that seasons
And that time
And that God
Will be enough.

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