Misty drops melt into thunderous pelting beads,
Leaves threaten to change from green to brown.
These first rains of autumn
Turn around my summer frown.
When the rain drips, my tears feel free to fall in toe,
Hidden under gray clouds.
The caverns of my soul search
For the holiness of my inked drenched page.
A treaty the rain and I have upheld
Since my hands were tiny and my feet were small.
The wetness of ground assured me,
Summer was complete,
Id’ survived the season of hellish heat.