Rain.
Fulfilling but consuming.
Each drop an enriching embrace,
Flooding the Earth with immense force and grace.

Grass.
Yearning to trace the stars,
Seeks to surpass its soil prison.
Rain—
its means to stardom.

Without rain,
Grass withers and fades.
Purposeless—
it drifts in the breeze.
Its dreams, to rest—laid.

Rain, the almighty redeemer.
Cascading into the crevasse—
A cause for rejoice.

Engulf me with your supple clutch
With each filament of my being, my soul, my spirit—
I plead—
Be my rain.