by: Paul Raker, III
Let it rain if you love me.
Let the petals catch the silver
Falling fluid stars.
Streaking, slashing, crashing
The grayskin sky.
And the birds fly away
To their trees
And warm little nests.
The horses feel free again,
Lifting as the birds did
From the ground.
The thunder sings achily
His broken song
Full of battle and loss.
The earth, it listens
And trembles. But you...
You are warm and quiet in my arms.
Listening to my whisper
Rise just above the hush of the rain.
