The morning grows dark like evening
The clouds gathering from nowhere
Crowd out daylight just like that
It seems you had almost forgotten
What rain looked like or smelt like
Or felt like the way
You gazed at it like someone from land
Where it is a rarity and treated like divinity
You had forgotten what it is to feel holy
What sacred looks like and only revering
Lifeless idols made holy by touchy priests
Who pretend to be holier than your god
To watch and stretch your hand out for
A cup of cloud, sky, sea and wind is
To partake of a time you can't keep.
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