the rain you yell on me
is not the thunderstorm you paint
on your canvas, with your greys
at my window
in my face
soothing shower cleansing crystals feeding flowers
i recycle
the flames you throw my way
don't trespass their glowing ra(n)ge
burn no clothing, eat no fields
breed no ashes
leave no trace
healing warmth tanning wave cooking fire
i regrade
the tornados you breathe out
whistling all the shades of hate
move a leaf not, barely stir
scatter nothing
roar in vain
replenished lungs refreshing gush cool embrace
i repace
all in place
in your face
