Nature doesn’t change because you want her to

Nor does she listen

If you wish to argue with her current status

Nature doesn’t bend to the whimsy of others

And I’ve never heard a tree complain

Even when it is struck asunder by lightning

Nor the ground run away frightened

By the intensity of the noise

I thought of this

As I stood within another’s emotional storm

Heard them argue with their own assumption

About who I was

My edges softened into the shape of a cloud

And nothing they said

Was heard after that

Precipitation

Happens

Without a word

Yet it changes everything below

The ground waits

The rain falls

Transformation

Occurs

And I don’t think the grass that grew

Looked back

And reflected

On anything at all