Rain on me

Rain on me

Your fretful tears

Let them fall

I will catch them all

In a buttercup

They will be golden

A tincture to sprinkle

On the garden

Watch the flowers grow

A sea of rolling yellow heads

Anointed crowns

By royal command

They will be a carpet

To walk upon

Every step

Supported by the dawn

Of newborn suns

Gleaned from the rush

Of blood

That follows such a bold endeavour

As to wander

Without premeditation

Storm tossed

On a fevered wind

Fearless in the valley

As the river swells

It is mighty

In its expectation

From one tear shed

To come so far

As to be a turbulence

Of precipitation

Rain on me

Your fretful tears

Will release the

Child in your eyes

And set you free.