Make Me Rain

Make me rain

The sounds of the drench

The water of my waves

The slim province that is the valleys

Glide the wet sipping instrument across the lands

To find its way to the worship that is also consider a promised oasis

The grip void that pauses but never stops

The description of undefined and yet the description on the lands

The waves, the open continues seas

The boat that wishes to doc

The motions of no sea sickness

But only the visually sickness of a never ending rush

Combined by the liquid infusion

Then combine by the force

With this can you feel the pressure?

The un doubting put in work metaphor

Only to be replace by the unedifying words that even the dictionary couldn’t comprehend

So how can water of naturalism be so great?

Well…it can only be produce by the one and only natural him….lol