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