| Like the arrival of the purest form of life | |
| It sets its course to remain just that | |
| If not for the blatant disregard for its purity | |
| It would never uncover the anger | |
| *stormlit, aqua* | |
| The crest of the waters reveal a | |
| Sign of friendship with the moon | |
| Embracing each other with the | |
| Tides and currents that flow, throughout | |
| The spaces meant for it to be! | |
| *"reaching, to hold onto, the liquid, rain"* | |
| The perspiration on a sweating soul tells | |
| The body what is known | |
| The the water reveals the human effort | |
| It tends to exceed its own demand | |
| By taking the world by the hand | |
| *stormlit, aqua* | |
| (reaching to hold onto the liquid rain) |