“It’s hard trying to figure this out”

Do you know when the rain is? 

I can’t see anything. 

dot your painted little clay beads in the desert
with the blood that drips from your hair
I’m lying in the red sand under a crescent moon and singing
all the things I couldn’t tell you all the secret life out there 

you get so used to storms here
and the tears will always sting
she whispers to me 
I think I know what you mean
it’s dirt and wildflowers though
and I shake my head
it’s the old geodesic dome
on the college tour year
with the tree above the cliffside
that faces mount rainier