Calamity, creating profanity.
Smelling sweet sugar dripping;
from trees and sap.
Who knew the rain would stop falling?
Days and nights.
The quietness is deafening.
Someone speaks. Who am I?
Tis I, the rain calls.
Hollow it thunders.
Tremble the sounds I hear.
Who shall awaken the children?
Tossing the thoughts about
my head.
Like a raging ocean.
Tossing about.
Deep and dark blue.
Serenity is magnified beyond
all conception.
Chastity.
Profanity.
Helping me create
insecurity.
Challenge me to be
the Sorcerer who tames the
sky.
Raging.
Tame the sky.
Who never sleeps.
I flail my arms loosely
and quiver.
Name the sky.
Chase the wind.
Darken the clouds.
Hush the sounds.
Create the chaos.
Play the symphonic rain.
Till wonder is no more.
And hearken the children
call.
Sweet orchestra of laughter.
Naive to be.
Pleasantry.
Completely incomplete.
Passing time like day dreams.
Each one just another.
Remembering like ripples
in puddles.
And wonder.
Who am I?
