Right after a thunderstorm,
when the air is still wet and sweet.
That's when the grass sparkles
and the trees dance in the wind.
That's when the wind cries
and the wolves yell.
That's when a cold tear from the heavens
drops from above.
That's when the landscape recovers
from a long sob.
That's when the teardrops sparkle and shine.
That's when the heavens are happy
to cry, sing, and scream
from above.
That's when nature is
seen in its full
beauty.
That's nature.
