THE ART OF GROOMING

Into each life some rain must fall

Some days must be dark and cold

The raindrops fall

At every gust of wind the dead leaves drop

Countless cleansing voices

Unite and demonize

The dry and dusty plight

Left by days of brutal beating sun

Embrace the storm inside

Traces of roots forgotten

Blessed by the gods of rain

Since the days of yore

Its beauty fulfilling

The sun returns its warmth

Its beauty fulfilling

As your soul journeys

I see the lightning in the storm

The tempest rage above

Led by fury divine

And the morning when the clouds scatter

From the soil life's born

Once again

The sun returns its warmth

Into each life some rain must fall

Some days must be dark and cold

The raindrops fall

At every gust of wind the dead leaves, fall