Coco

I stand alone as the clouds turn gray. 

I watch as the rain starts to fall. 

I hear a roar of thunder in the distance. 

I see a bolt of lightning a few miles away. 

When the rain fell, a world grew, and something vacant turned green.

As the world grew, its people loved, and something grew in them.

When the people loved, the people lost, and the world grew again.

Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron

Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand