“Rain clouds, come back to play!”

He falls.
He breathes.
Stop trying to fix him.
He's not broken.

He is the lie, living truth
so you all can hide
and believe in your fears.
This time you hurt him a little to hard,
so with your protection, he disappears.

At times, he has forgotten how to dream.
He is what time cannot tell without death,
and with his back to the sun,
his time has been told,
showing him a fear he can't hold.

Although he is gone,
his memories wanders near,
forever to wrestle with
what she hopes he feels
but will never hear.

A tender apparition hovers proud,
although she cannot see its pristine placement.
Now the scared sheep have no more protection,
For once, he lets them feel wasteland
and taste it.