as they hit the ground.
Kamikaze Rain drops,
plummet onto land
bouncing back homewards.
The first few rows of soldiers
are chopped down,
The solar army hot
in its months-long momentum,
an angry shield of potent heat.
The battles continue
like they have since seasons many.
Now the Trees join in, an uprising,
and lakes begin swelling with energy,
the wind picks up and blows the heat away.
I’ll come back stronger, says the Sun,
to burn the trees, pull the water back,
strangle the breeze,
and reclaim my transparent, watery trophy.