Water Cycle

Long have I felt the allure of storm 
in all my earthen veins; 
longer, thrilled, I've begged the still 
and silent clouds to stay - 
to brush the skin of world below 
as rainy fingers press 
on all the streets and sounds of sleep 
in one unmatched caress. 
I ache for rain to wet my skin 
or beat me with the breeze 
that blows all life and love around 
and makes me think these things - 


As tired as I am of fear, 
I seek it out again; 
the body burns unless it yearns: 
such is the way of rain. 

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