She throws herself down in great torrents,
aching to crack it open and
swallowing the life-giving wet like a dying man,
grasping at each rivulet that tries to run.
Her rage thickens as each drop solidifies before it hits the ground
accompanied by the manic interruption of thunder and lightning
and in her attempt to break open the dry, her tears
fall toward the heart of the land
but bounce off the tiles on my balcony.