I think perhaps I may have prayed too hard for rain;
The white clouds have been bruised, beaten purple with my insistent demands
Water squeezed, stolen from the pores of the empty skies
Terrified fling themselves to the Earth –
No, it is not water that falls, but tears
Tears falling down from her heavenly blue eyes and onto my muddied brown ones
I made her cry
The Sun’s smiles dunked underwater, drowned beneath my grey cries
I’m sorry…
The rumbling screams drift across my skin, and as she desperately grants my wish –
She erupts in godly flashes,
Then dissipates
Leaving behind only the ethereal taste, of the summer shower, left lingering on my tongue.