Sub-zero warmth on planet You
Editing me
One hundred percent chance I’d be puzzled
Morning, noon, and night
Your steady rainfall left me
Adjusting, crash-landing
Unsure now whether I survived
The fiery-attack I thought was your love

Sub-zero warmth on planet You
Editing me
One hundred percent chance I’d be puzzled
Morning, noon, and night
Your steady rainfall left me
Adjusting, crash-landing
Unsure now whether I survived
The fiery-attack I thought was your love
A wind I’ve not heard before
Today
A rush upon the rain
An energy
A constant speaking, the whirring
A struggle to understand
Some language I believe in
And cannot yet decode
Thus, a dread
Faith filled,
I will not prophesy
But beware
I promise, Ocean
I will love you all the more
Should next week it rain
These times
Jackhammer & pow’r tool sounds
Rattl’ing windows
Prayer flags far too still
Birds just took their leave
Late morning already
And me not yet dressed for the day
Make me wonder
Are we getting any rain