Love/ Precipitation/ NounbyTzara©
You would not like the clouds here
or the damp.
Almost no one does.
It's reason why, though, my world is green—
wet as an aquarium
and never almost hot.
I lived one long year
in too much sun. I danced
and danced in its stormwater flood.
Yet would I hit on you like a hailstorm
of furious ice
pounding roof and grass and ground
given the isobars were right
and however your welcoming inclination
wanted my poor water, anywhere.