I think I understand
At times the mind bends and sends imaging clouding the synergy within
Of imagination bringing precipitation to an otherwise drought land
Hands spread to the clouds hoping for rain to come down and sun to shine throughout
I hope I understand
Why the looking glass distorts the colors of the rainbow and throws them into the sea
Why thunder bangs up against the sky high above my eye slow enough for me
To watch my sigh fall and take rest next to my knee
Where you find me
Knee next to feet
I thought I understood
Why jagged clothes are tattered on my soul as I roll uphill
Maybe the higher I get the more like I am for the lightning to hit
Still no liquid I see above me
For the sky is as dry as my eye before cry
Reflecting deflected sunrays to pierce clouds and make it rain for the days
I don’t understand
Where is the rain?