I wonder sometimes of this eccentricity
I always go out for its pitta passing over me
my heart does leap when I smell it, such a wonder
that rain does come this sweet way I get fonder
this is what nature to me means you see

It's my safe zone, I have seen the wizard of Oz
with that cutie Toto that relentless yapping dog
seen the wicked witch with tap water and even rain
sliver and meltdown down to her dungeon drains
so I go out and about without a doubt

Nothing is so refreshing as the English summer rains
it cools my brow and does extinguish the fire in my brain
I am sure I would sizzle if you did touch me
probably snap crackle and pop
liken to seedlings seeking soft fertile soil

I wish in my next life I could come back as a tree
but I am sure that is not to be, oh woe is me
I would have loved to have roots deep within the soil
and on sunny days feel the magnitude of my age
lend shade to those that could never live to my age

My limbs would stretch when such abundant rains did come
my leaves caressed by the sweet downpour and more
but at this moment I am almost human in body and soul
I know I have many more changes and lives to go
but to be a tree in the rain I could be so


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris