The air hangs still and dense,|
its doldrums a reflection of my spirit.This weather would find relief
in a fresh rainfall,
but I refuse to cry.
Renewal will come in due time,
to the inner landscapes of my heart.Your laughter is a deluge of joy
I await.Until you return to this land,
I will survive the drought.
But on that day, we will dance
in the rain.You will soak me through.
I will rejoice.Like wine, it will intoxicate me.
I will drink your beauty.
But no hangover;
I will awake, rejuvenated.
Your rain, in its purity,
has no danger of excess.