The Poem of the Earth
Dancing across the lake,
Slowly washing away the grime ;
Soft pitter patter on my window,
The rhythmic music drenching the time,
Lulls me to sleep as it sings its lullaby.
Listening to the downpour,
Fills me with mirth and grieve ;
For it can fix a drought or worsen a flood.
But as the sun shines through,
The musky taste and unforgettable petrichor ;
Makes me mark time for the next rain,
To read the poem of the Earth again.