Rain stains your breath,
Smelling warmth, coming from heated granite,
Clouds promise more.
In the wood, the trees are waiting
For lightening to strike-
And skies are promising more.
Grey as they come, strong rain falling,
Dripping, devouring everything in sight
With eternal wetness.
Yesterday didn't rain-
Today won't stop,
Yesterday, you prayed for it-
Don't change your mind,
Weather listens to no man,
It's already breaking into raindrops.
Tomorrow, the forest could be washed away,
It has been weathered, but has wisened,
Growing stronger with each storm.
Storm is leading the forest
Into premature night. I think we should share it,
Go to bed, premature, unwilling to sleep.
And raindrops beating outside,
Battling trees, landscape, doing their best
Not to fall, to rise in its richness.
Rain will never die-
It's too cyclical, passion
Has its own cycles. Come, let's enjoy this storm.
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