for as a summer day was had
before the rain
between the heat
she shackled, sliding
her sweetest gaze
between the roof
beyond the haze

and as she shimmered
silence listened
between her breaths
above the children
the blackness gasped a purple spot
and mothers danced
the raining shot

because beyond the people stand
the hands, the face
the mother land
beyond the selfish
above the cruel
between the violence
about the soul

she dances
spreading quaking laughs
the brittle branches
happily splash
the wind it loves
her silly games
he plays along
makes swirly rains

they all continue
as they should
beneath the will
inside the could
because as all the
weather folks know
she does not
will not
obey them so

she leaps, she sings
her made up song
just how she feels
she’s never wrong
she dances
with her sweetest gaze
between the roof
beyond the haze