Weatherman

If you love my flowers,

   would you love my rain? 

Every time the thunder comes 

  Will you see me the same? 

If I become a cloud 

   would you watch me all day? 

Gaze at me at night 

    When I chase that milkyway? 

Nevertheless I’ll always come back

    You’ll meet me in the air

Open up my dusty heart

   And make snowflakes everywhere

 Snowflakes become a river 

   And then becomes the sea

I find my self reflecting

     the One becoming We

When you sense the forecast

   I pray that you’ll see love 

And not worry too much

    Of what’s going on above 

My seasons and my tides 

   They are where I reside 

But there is gold in the dew... 

   if you couldn’t tell already, 

     the morning makes it new.