Home?

Drip drip drop.
Raindrops
Running down roofs,
Walls, hands, feet,
Leaves, trees,
Flowers in bright bloom.
A green too deep to break,
Sky dark grey
Streaked with white
Lightning.
White boats in little streams
Desperately making their way
To some unknown shores.
Smell of rain, fire and gasoline
It is all so well known.
It could be home.