In the woods, rainfall.

Lingering in the air
Other fragrances than flowers;
Vibrant colours all around,
Each step more powerful.

Yonder tree bending slightly,
or ever so softly giving way
under pressuring water.

Ere the sun sets then:
Reverberations of downpour
in the lonely woods, a nigh
night drenched.

Kings inside safe castles,
ire outside in blossoming
nature:
surface tension.
Lights dimming through the leaves, and
ere the end
Yielding.