The grass moved by wind

As billows of storm clouds pass

Tracing along walls of rain

Muddied earth kicks up

The aroma of our land

Drifting through the air

Paradiddles fall

In pitterpatters of drops

Landing upon leaves

Dripping canopy

Above hits my hollowed head

Gently and sweetly

Leading streaks of wet

To race down against my lips

Licking Heaven’s tears