In seasons

When the rain finally came

I was hoping for the fire.

I am the deceiving breed of what you need,

pulling off desires.

And by the way, the stain you made 

is understood by all.

The countless clever coats you wore

painted red just south of town

and by the time you finally dry

I'll be around again

for a while in different styles 

to try me on again.

Its comes and goes in seasons

around here I thought again.

There's nothing left around to yield this sorry ignorance.