Every poem about thunder was written under the protection of a roof, or, at the very least, an empty sky (poetry) by gate

This was for a song writing class many years ago. This node reminds me of that song, so maybe it has a place here. Yes, it was written under the protection of a roof, in rainy Seattle. I don't think I've done any more writing of this sort since that class.

Rain Dance

Call forth the storm
Gather the clouds
Each beat, the thunder
Each note, sky fire

I beat your iron
I reap your wheat
I bring your rain
Wet in my hands
Exhale your wind
Cold from my lungs

Call forth the storm
Gather the clouds
Cultures crumble
Empires fall

Your insignificant ambition
Your insignificant pride
Your vain search for eternity
Dissipating with the stars

Call forth the storm
Gather the clouds
Each beat, the thunder
Each note, sky fire

Cultures crumble
Empires fall
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

Throw me to the sky and let the clouds tear me up	bolt from the blue	The sort who hides away	And so he sailed the wine-dark sea
bumper to bumper	I never seek shelter, just wait for the storm	The erotic nature of storms	Gödel's theorem
Bertrand Russell	Being the last to fall asleep	Without you	Rights issue
2 Girls 1 Cup	Short Poems for Brief Moments, part 1	Once I googled your old screen name and found web pages you made in high school. Are you married now? Is that why you haven't called?	every noder was once a normal human
tears on a keyboard	Pandeism	June 14, 2007	the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
Motherboards need to have a standard labeling scheme	eternal recurrence	formal grammar