Poetry: The Dancing Rainstorm

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

Falling rainbow in a drop,

a raindrop dancing down.

When they fall, they hop,

dancing across the ground.

Sheets of water pouring down

to the garden bringing life,

soaking deep into the ground,

making life bloom around.

The smell of rain fills the air

mixed with the smell of earth

and that perfume fair

the wind carries forth.

The thunder booms so loud

and lightening cracks the sky

Thunderbird is in the clouds,

and the rain comes dancing down.

But then the thunder rumbles,

and rumbles no more.

The lighting seemingly crumbles,

and leaves the empty space.

Then a sunbeam comes pouring

through a crack in the sky,

shining through the rain-sheet,

making a rainbow up high.

A Flittering Flame