"Rain"

Her gentle whispers remind me I'm alive.

Though her voice is filled with the screams of her falling children.

Their deaths fill my heart with joy at hearing her arrival.

Her gentle kiss, her soothing breath,

is all but a taste of who she really is.

I've longed to see her, even after watching her leave.

The slender lines that cascade upon our world,

meet with my heart and we beat as one.

She has no hate, nor malice.

No love, nor passion. No fear.

She just is... and she just does.

We are kindred spirits. Anomalies built up by the festering waters of this world. I rip the skin from my cheeks with my teeth, while only hearing her footsteps. Her cool, bracing flesh, is that of angels dying. I dread her ascension, and pray for her descent. I am wrought with the obsession to consume her, where as she never knows I'm there. I pray to see her fall into my arms as I reach out to grab her... but I am met with only her dead offspring.

She is incorruptible. Unable to be pulled down by human kind.

She is perfect.

Whereas the sun and the moon fight to find one another... she holds no heart as her own.

She just is... and does.

She can soothe, or consume us. Our bodies are nothing but mass. Mass to be smote. She feeds us, kills us, and excretes our dead bodies to the earth in a conundrum of rage... yet she doesn't feel. Her fury is unheard. Her guilt is non-existent.

People mistake her and take her name in vein.

As an inconvenience.

I, however, would sacrifice the sun and the people around me, just to kiss her lips. She is my everything when she is around. She consumes my soul, and lets up only too tease. Yet I do not exist. Not too her. Not too her.

She is perfect.

Her essence is guided by only the wind. And it is only because of his jealousy. Time doesn't matter, life doesn't matter. People are insects.

Attraction is fatal, in my case. I am a fly, beating my wings furiously too seek out my sun. But to no avail. If this is not to be. Then may my soul be washed away with the next rainfall. But...

If I am to be her simple companion, then I will sacrifice my body to do so. Listen my love, my gentle, gentle rain. Though you have not the ears too hear me. Nor the eyes to see my tears. I love you. Your life, your destruction, your perfection. If my life is meaningless, then I have wasted nothing but admiration. Because the facts... all… remain... the same. You just... are. And you just... do.