Every time it rains

Beauty is only seen

In the faint colors painting the new sky.

Yet, every time it rains,

The ocean celebrates

For it grows and rages in chaotic happiness.

Every time it rains

The clouds are seen as bitter and mournful,

But who or what are they mourning

Because as each cool drop falls upon the Earth

A new life is born

As the powerful waves of the ocean

Or a new blossom rising from the dirt.

Every time it rains

The ravishing heat of the sun

Rests against the soft curves of the clouds.

They dance in a swirling array

Of grays, 

And whites,

And yellows.

Melting into the tranquil black abyss

Surrounding the dying light of the stars

As new ones are reborn again

And as the stale beauty 

Of the human race expires

There will still be raindrops

To replenish the Earth we once walked upon.

Towering trees will crush the skyscrapers, 

And vines will wrap around that old porch swing

That we used to rest on in the spring time.

Hurricanes will erode our crumbling past

And the Earth will tremble and shake 

And be whole once again.