Rain
Droplets of fluid cascading down from above
Smearing the earth with its spherical circling conception
Like a limitless revolver
Set out to punish
This dry inception
Covering every being
Every object of inherited creation
As their source graze the threaded skies
Reminiscing
Bundling together in bundled cotton-phased bundles
Forming the lion, the dragon and the entirety of known imagination
Whilst the cry
Cry of love
Of esse
Of this senseless conscious life
Unfolding in an abstract perfect plan
As they shed their existence
Through the pores of their shapeless
smoking skins
Subtle at times
Rowdy in others
All for the unwinding sounds
Of a seemingly lazed
Watery compendium
Called Rain