Falling and Falling cleansing the land clean,
I see you glistening as you drop down.
Feeling the calmness as seen in a dream,
Hearing their descend to the thirsty ground.
I wish I could pick you up when you fall,
Watching the dark rolling place you come from.
Across the land you fall like a clear wall,
Cool, drops brush by knowing more is to come
You reach the heavens yet you come back here,
Your soft touch can carve deep in the rough land.
Describing you as freely as a tear,
Or as the ocean sweeping clean the sand.
You arrive and leave tormenting my hate,
Burning in this sun, looking up I wait.
