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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