Harsh and heavy,
The random pelts of a life in the clouds
Rushing to earth

Greeting us all as an overgrown dog
Unaware of its strength,
Just wanting to play.

This, too is blessing,
Provided one has the shelter
To greet it from afar.

-D.

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