Trees are eager for rain
They rustle in hunger
A thousand cicadas
Exulting the dusk
Leaves thrum the air
Turn the sky to black
And sweet water falls
Upon them temptingly
As honey dripping from comb
Soothes the savage bear
The storm is here
Like a mythical beast
Thunder its call
It tears at the air
With indigo claws
And the trees quail
In fear of fire