Septilla Stanzas

As grey clouds drift across the sky
I observe the heavens and wait
For the thunderstorm to orate
So insanely thirsty am I-
That all the world around me seems
To be a desert in my dreams
Why must the air I breathe be dry?

A couple of drops kiss my skin
Far from a tempestuous din
I long so much to wash away
The intimate embrace of pain
I thirst for a destructive rain
But it will not come on this way
I still must endure my own sin