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when clouds came
with rare rain
painting gray hues
I wanted to follow the
top line of
the mountain range
I had a downfall
lacking some health
for a day of two
during my efforts to rise
rumble came
down the hilltops perhaps
shaking the ground
as the clouds
lowered to the earth
bowing almost a fog
as I lay there one more
dawn on my back
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annamosca 
where in California is this picture taken?
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Coachella Valley
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There is a time to be active, and there is a time to rest. Mother Nature in her loving hands balances both. Love, Anna 🙂
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That is so true Alina, thank you for your comment and love. Love back to you 🙂
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Wow, so beautiful.
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Glad you like this one Nicodemas. Loving the landscape, the weather and the small earthquakes!
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very vivid poem, and great picture!
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Thank you very much for your comment Claudia, happy you like them both!
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Lluvia en el desierto is rare and precious.
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es verdad, gracias gatoavocado
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Whoaa! This was powerful, and along with a beautiful flow was the sobering piece about your “downfall lacking some health for a day or two …”
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So happy you like it and got the rhythm and highlight of it…
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very beautiful. i love the weather and the health all shaken and quaking at the same time. i hope you are well. earthquake? love, beth
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earthquakes, yes! same, few in a row, either in the middle of the night or early morning… sobering I must say. love those little shakes to presence. I’m doing fine now 🙂 thank you for your words, love Anna
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