Rain, caged in clouds

Rage, caged in clouds,
She wrings it out
With warm pink, rose milk hands.
Too small to cup and contain her fears
They overflow with salt tears
That falls-
That waterfalls-
From heaven to hell.
She surrenders her rage
Her head she raises

And parts her lips-
She sips-
Nectar from the sun,
Molten honey sweetening her silence.
Tears come
Washing her face with calm-
Her palms-
Parting clouds
To see the people dance in her rain.

As she smiles,
Glory electrifying her veins.
She thunders a laugh,
It crackles with grace
Lightning her face.

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Different moods of rain