You sing best in a soft rain,
skipping with an umbrella,
splashing in puddles with your
yellow rubber boots.
An aria for nature.
Yes, I know.
I sing best in a hurricane,
where the molecules of my song
are thrashed and dispersed into oblivion,
never to reassemble again.
We are different,
but complementary,
like yin and yang.
Two puzzle pieces that searched widely,
among thousands of other puzzle pieces,
until we found we fit neatly together.