When the rain comes
My bone hurt for want of wet
The ache for the change
The want of wet
After such a time of draught
The changing leaves
Strewn across every step I take
Stuck to the ground to leave
Their imprint when I pull
Up one by its stem
When the rain comes
I feel it drip inside me
Even as it wets my brow
Not tears of sorrow
But tears of joy
As this season eases
Into the next and this
A baptism for a new age
With me traveling
Through time
Each changing season
Leaving its ring inside me
The way it always does
The trees from which
The leaves fall
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