An Ode To Sunsets and Rain

You ask us to search for Recurring themes And I do But in my own way. For I am of the wild Of the outside Always looking in Like the back of a picture frame And I see things that hide. I see the rain I see the sunsets I see the drip and drop Of every single echo of a storm And I hear the beating and fluttering Of every living creature's heart I know not to underestimate Not to take for granted Only to coexist Beside what is simply theirs So this is an ode To sunset and rain And all that lends me their strength In times of hopeless downpours