He is rain.  He is wet and bubbly and refreshing to my thirst
He knows who he is
When I talk about rain
He who is ocean died a few years ago
Unreliability and even dishonesty
That was how he who is ocean
Turned out to be
Another is earth
Fertile and full of life
Yet gritty with dirt
Ancient earth worshippers in his stock
I am still waiting to meet he who is rock