Cloudy scent of a million lakes reign over my artery.
Velvety liquid exercising flowing gratitude.
Earthy clay launched a vicious bomb upon my tongue.
Transparent bullets assassinated my emotions.
Could it be that the melody of cumulonimbus seeks my presence?
Springs of cardiac emancipation wheel me forth.
Showers encaged in muddy holes of bashful gestures.
Rain across my channels of ancient love letters.
Peaceful drops subjected to the arms of the Atlantic Ocean.
Could affection enwrap me in a blanket of care?
Be not the ground, but the sky from which your kiss pours from.
Be not rejection, but acceptance.
Our universal drink baffles science.
Sip my loneliness away amid arid mountains.
Could you, in a wail of assurance, release some water onto my lips?