To me, no lover,
Has ever matched the sweet kiss of the pouring rain
The way it seeps into my pores,
washing away the stink of the world,
the stains of my many murderous lovers
leaving me pure and tranquil as the sea at dawn
When it rains, I can feel it,
feel the earth between my toes
drinking deep from the lips of the sky,
desperate for long lost touch of the ocean,
The arid, apathetic soil comes to life
its hard exterior,
grown to protect hidden treasures
The once calloused soil takes me in,
the loving heart of the earth revitalized
by the touch of the lover
that once encompassed her in her entirety.
Gaia, now revitalized,
Embraces my feet, slowly enveloping them
as she welcomes the child born from her breadth,
I can feel her pulling me down, longing,
longing to take me back to the core of flame she forged me in,
longing to surround me with the stone and soil
from which she crafted me,
so that she may remind me who it was
that put the molten flow in my veins,
who gave me this body made of stone,
Then patch up the cracks in my crystal heart,
only to give me back to the world
before the rains are gone.
For when the rain has passed,
the fertile loving mother earth
Into a solemn being,
dry and calloused...
I am not unlike you Gaia.
I, too, thirst for rain.