Gravity's Toy

When I fall,

earthlings dance in my midst.
They bathe in my glory,
and let me seep through their home.

I bring to them colour and health,

like moisturizing a woman’s skin.
I console when my lover is too harsh,
and together we create a halo around the world.

When I stop,
they shed quiet, sad tears,
relishing any traces of me that linger,
rejoicing the treasure I left them.

I am a nomad, the cloud is my caravan.
I mingle with the elements,
tickling the skies so hard they cry,
entertaining the earth so.

I am the only exception to gravity;
for he likes my boisterous attitude,
he lets me play to my heart’s content
as long as I return home after.