In a vain grasp I tried to catch you, oh me, oh my
It's not what I thought it would be, here way up high
As you passed by I'm left with icy palms and drenched, soaked hands
Rivers below testify how you quench our thirsty lands
Coming together we hear your laughs as thunder
See your energy breaks as lightings we remember
The paths you travel amidst yonder blue everywhere
Onlookers gaze at you, up high in the troposphere
From afar we wonder at the beauty of your forms
We bathe in the waters of your heavy frowns
As you burst upon us in great favor, we look to you with winsome delight
A comforting sleep hearing your pitter, patter on roof tops at night
To catch you is to be allowed to fall on us in copious showers
Creeks and streams dream of mighty rivers, come to know what's only ours
This earth always covered by you, a welcome guest never far from view
Then all down here would smile with thanksgiving, feeling renew
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.