when she cries


our mother (earth) knows pain more than any human could experience and/or
bouts of droughts are known to occur during summer; the phrase “when it rains it pours” isn’t well known for little reasoning
she is reminding us to not stay huddled inside our (manmade) homes, but to instead embrace her tears, in her sorrow..
we are blessed to find joy heed not to mother’s open invitation, you will meet a dire fate
the devil’s trap will slide, beneath its tires lie slick cement, the end result will have your insides crushed along the pavement embrace mother nature, for the human race is only but temporary


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