Nature’s Massage Is Melodic

Drought And Deforestation In Catastrophic Collusion In Peru
Ndaba Sibanda

When the sound of silence and fatigue failed to entertain and entice Serene Slumber,

all hope was not lost on the cloudy, rowdy and thundery horizon.

It took the magic murmur of the rain to cascade, court and capture Silly Sleep.

The soul’s snoring was a hidden Eden: sudden and deep!

Rain continued to coax, caress and crown rooftop into a calming drummer,

and a decent, dozy but discerning dancer. It whispered dreamy and wily words

that meandered, mended and mesmerized the ears.

A murmuring melody condensed and  descended  from high in the sky before

hosting its kneading and healing clinic.

For rain is to nature what massage

is to the brain.

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