Your bare back
framed by the window...

Pouring rain
on drowning soil...

The river flows,
flows like a tear...

Stifling and torrid was
the day you passed...

Weary and beaten
Yet vastly firm...

Her dark crystal hair
Stands out on the limpid sea...

Everything makes more sense
when it rains...

Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...