I wait for you to wash over me,
pour your storms all onto me,
spoil me with heavy showers,
open my starry sky anew.

I watch you as my waterfalls are trickling,
my northern current ever swelling,
shower me with your marvelous monsoon
and kiss me calm with your ocean's blue.

I wait for you to water my greens,
watch my flora bloom and flee,
marvel over at the splendor
we've created and weaved.

I watch as you brave and surf my waves,
my shores waning with my impatient tides,
swim splendidly or battle through bad days,
tell me that your love is true and alive.