Here comes the rain again

“As the rain falls from the sky

And freshes my closed eyes

And flows cold at the tip of my nose

I also wish I could make rain the blood in my veins

The drips would ease my pulse

And the creases of my fingers would feel the fluid spread smoothly

Then the fluid would turn again into lines

Until it touches the tip of my fingers

Then, they would be drops again

Touching the sand, falling from the tips of my toes

And, as the fool I am not

I shall not inherit the Earth

The Earth would inherit me

And I would be part of all the beautiful flowers I see

I would be kissed by the butterflies

Would know the secrets whispered by the wind

And always be cherished by Mother Moon.”

By Isaac Alden.