petrichor
I love the rain
it melts over dry rocks with grace
it smells like stars
cold, earthy, and gorgeous
it smells like the color green
the clouds weep for freedom
they cannot touch the moon
only ever fall down and get reused
the sun burns them up for spite
thunder exhilarates me
the sky booming its outrage
wind and water too big for us fragile creatures
rain brings color
sun heralds death
lay me down in the dew
a perfect storm
a steady heartbeat
make me a coffin of dripping pine
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