After the first storm,
When it rained ice,
You were cold.
And the dust grains
Fell into our food
So everything tasted like grit,
And we wanted things to change.
That was the first storm.
In the second storm,
It rained water,
So you cried with relief
And we thought:
"This must be better"
But then the barn flooded,
And the fish drowned,
And you cried for the next storm
Because you were sick of the second.
When we reached the third storm,
It rained diamonds.
They cut at our skin,
They weighed us down,
And you became hard as crystals.
Why can't it rain something
Softer,
Or safer,
Something that will hurt less,
Because who are we now after this.
And we pray for another storm
So we can pull ourselves along.
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Planets
PoetryPoems about each of the planets (and the sun and moon- they're not planets but just roll with it)
