Rain Must Fall

Rain must fall,
No doubt,
No clouds,
In my view now,
I head south
With a noose
Around my mouth.
Gold tooth
Silver tongued.
Waiting to be hanged
When the rain clouds come
The weather goes numb.
But she’s looking
Out for me.
Nature she is grabbing.
Sharing with me love
In return I make her laughing;
Amusement,
You abuse it.
Use it to show confidence
In the act of being confined
You close your eyes
Open your ears
And only listen to the things
That you only want to hear.
Rain pours,
And nothing more
Is all I need to be inspired,
To take the power
That starts an empire
And put it into a tired art
To try and make a new
News story.
Or new glory
In the world of written digits
Where a stringent syllable
Is the hinges
That fulcrums the edges
Of the hedges
Guarding the very ledges
Of the Premise of my Vision;
My vision is a flooded garden
With a wet compartment
Over flooded for my love of numbing
Rain drops,
Drip drops in pots and pans
Chemical imbalancing
While dancing with her majesty
To break the mold of Man
Marvel at her dynasty
Relishing in causing misery
While building communities
With her cold tears fill the land.
Harvests that feed the right lobes
That make me go
And write about the strand
That makes me
Put my love of nature
On its own loving paper.