He was like the rain that cooled my earth
after a long and silent drought.
Raindrops danced on my skin,
filling my oceans and seas,
awakening life from within.

From my soil, grass grew lush, alive, renewed.
He sustained me, brought peace and harmony,
nurturing my lands, moistening my roots.
His love was my shelter from the blazing sun.

And the sun brilliant and ever-watching
stood above us, a witness to his love.
Though its fire could seem harsh,
it played its part
keeping the rhythm, the need,
the bond between us alive.

If only the sun could love as the rain does.
But the moon, gentle and cautious,
shields him from its flame
fearing that love so bright
might burn too fast
or fade too soon.