Meeting

We waited,
Until the soft mist that had
Threatened all morning
Finally turned to rain.
Soon she would come,
With that ungainly gait
Through drenched thickets,
And rain soaked grasses.
She was prepared for us
As we for her.
Entering the grove,
We moved to meet her,
And our labours begun.

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