June 2021, London
The sun is still there behind her clouds
She’s still there, as bright as ever,
just lazing a while… under her shade.
caresses and quenches
faded roses, scorched grass
Rain wipes away the dust and the dirt,
watering the fields, oceans, and thirst.
She cools and soothes as she strokes my skin
her drops so gentle and graceful.
Washing away the ceaseless thoughts
she gives me space to be
Lost in her magic
as the sun makes crystals
of her fragile drops.