Water Cycle

Long have I felt the allure of storm
in all my earthen veins;
longer, thrilled, I've wanted 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.


~

Age when written: 16