Why do you love the rain poet?
Why do you love the storm?
Why do you lay in the soaking grass?
Why do you smile when you see smoke gray clouds?
Why do you grin up at the sky as blankets of clouds buckle and ripple under the weight of the water?
Why do you stare in awe when the thunder claps and smites down forests of trees?

Because the thunder is nature’s anger
And the rain it’s tears
If I focus on mother natures emotions
Mine will disappear