I cannot stop the rain, 【POETRY】

I cannot stop the rain,

But I am still free
To choose the tree
I stand under.

As I feel the drops start to fall
I look around myself.
“Where was that great oak again?”
I cannot find it
Because it is Autumn.

So I stand, in the open field
And let the downpour reign
Till Spring.

Tiny bullets.
Falling from the heavens.
That’s where the dead people are.
So many…

They must cry,
Because of the clouds above them.
The longer dead cried on them too, in the past.
Aggressive bullets…

But eventually, it will stop.
I think the great oak was struck
By lightning:
In spring, I cannot find him.
Just wet ash among the grass.

Hopefully, that soft ash
Will find a new home
In the roots of another tree.
That will be the tree I stand under,
Next time;
So I do not become a cloud when I die.