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You are beautiful
in all weathers,
even when you are crying.
Caught in a squall,
high on your open hillside,
the track keeping pace
with my restlessness.

At last, near the top,
I can stop, thankfully

The sound of the rain
on the leaves, the smell
of the earth. Tasting you
on my skin.

—Judy Haswell
   © 1997