Drifting in limbo

I have no adoration for the sun,
I worship the icy mounds, melting,
I lick the first drop of rain
and how I miss the rainy days,
I feel the wavy lands, and the bushy forests, and the endless plains
so much balmier when it rains,
I never want more than that warmth
of the waters so clear,
I stroke a single burning tear
from your lips, the last drop of rain,
The wind is calmer now in the humid air,
I miss the rainy days here buried in my lair.

For her.