Rain Dance

On saturn it rains diamonds. The pressurized graphite clump together and with a physical reaction in the air, heaps of jewelry fall to the floor every day. I have a repetitive dream of waking up to gemstones on my balcony, enough to pay my rent and college tuition; This is in fiction. When I hear the rain I hear the pelting of teardrops of a sentient being weeping over a decaying world, I hear magic being cast forth onto the ground engulfing the earth as a valence shell swallows an atom. Im brought back to flashbacks of witches ceremonies invoking white magic incantations of pagan goddesses I feel fertility, I see animal figures drawn on the wall and mystic believers dancing around white pentagrams. When I hear the thunder I imagine Greek gods fighting on Mt. Olympus how Zeus' wife Hera led a revolution against him how he hung her in the sky with gold chains I hear her crying out in agony to be saved. The turbulence and force is in such relation to my mind that it makes me feel at home. When I hear the wind I think of Dorothy being whisked away into another world of self exploration how she learned that what you're looking for has been in yourself all along. I think of every droplet of water cascading down the pavement of times square; Working women stomping the floor on their way to law offices and business meetings to provide for their children like warriors trudging through battle, they make it through day by day. Sound has a relative speed of 1 mile every 5 seconds and 1 kilometer every 3 seconds, if you count the number of seconds in between lightning strikes you can tell how far a storm is, but apparently I didnt hear the thunder that you came with because you hit me harder than an indian typhoon in the middle of July. When I'm in the rain I dont see you here, when im in the rain I dont feel you here, why couldnt you have just left me alone in the rain? Safe in the rain? Singing in the rain? But now you have me drowning in a different type of precipitation, you robbed me of my crops and of my harvest the way hades stole persephone from demeter how she cries every year for 6 months causing the winter seasons how I wish I could save her from herself, how I wish could save everybody sometimes and, she doesnt even know that shes hurting the earth because shes just sad and sometimes you hurt people when you're sad so forgive me for being angry kind of like weathermen at bad weather forecasts or citizens that were caught in a torrential downpour. But now this rain is acid, I'm burning alive every night in my sleep, I hear the flowers wilting and the trees dying, I'm melting into the earth I walk on. My skin is evaporating into the air, I'm becoming nothing. When I used to hear the rain I used to hear life, now I just hear you.