Cloud cloud and only cloud
No smile let alone cool touch
Top to toe in tight control
Tight lid on all bowls

No rain drops
For the keen crops
Close to the hilltops
Just cloud like rocks

Almost a dam
A rock of refusal
To release even some grass for a lamb
Gives a **** to who I am

But then it is impossible
No **** is absolute
They are usually vulnerable
To the calls of a dark flute

Last night took place
An earthquake
Along with a depression
In the Atlantic ocean

The grip loosened
A few cool drops on the thirsty floor
Plip plop sound
In the lungs petrichor

Then followed torrential rain
Devastating passion
Rare opportunity to drown your pain
In golden dissolution

Summer will come
Summer will go
The dissolution handsome
Will ever glow