All knowing rain gods shimmering in the breeze,
Taking the form of dampened trees,
Their faces drift in groups of shapes across dark stormy fields,
Heralding the rainy breeze,
Damp pantheon, they ride the autumn twilight,
The spirits of the woods in misty commotion,
Rain cloud, cracking thunder steaming their tropical visage,
As rivers flow to sea,
They emerge, mute magicians of primeval wisdom,
In the explosion of rainy waterfalls,
Leading us to the damp meadows of our youth.