Sweet Rain

Dark emeralds express onyx crescents,
Voicebox turns golden ore.

Velvet coats
snowy air,
spring's scent,
solstice tempest.

Earth is a girl dropping her parasol,
Reclaiming amidst sweet rain,

the wind,
my hair,
my eyes.

Gazing up
through a bed of leaves, lush and green
From sun,
to moon,
to sun.