Timing

Its’ drops hit earth expectantly, like claws the ground begins to crawl
With liquid momentum and pulse, you tell me no
When winters pass and earth softens, the rains begin to fall
Like tussles with the gods, I cry, you reach for me to go

It hurts, but feels alive- as he tells me how I’ve lied
Fake and untrue, my grain is no legitimate substitute
How to explain that it is not now I’m false, but then, I cry
You linger in momentous trepidation and repulse- I refute

In vein, I muster strength, in time I halter recourse
The rains wet my soul, as claws crawl up my skirts
I hunger and repulse from it, I fondle with the source
You leave me with no options, I fall in mud and sand so course

The sky rumbles with spewing anger, pouring to the earth with vigor
Cool dirt and pitter patter, splashing and trickling blind my ears
My face streaming, joining the rains, the blood the thunder
It is not with lies I told you, but truths, my dear