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