up wants down needs

The sea poured rain into a meadow 
of flowers and grass which were all
equally weeds: casual and unofficial
wild growth in rank and riotous waves. 
Springy, hovering, twitch and sway
at the slap and spray of wet. Verdant
and fecund in shades of dark green,
deep green, straw, and millions of colors.

The sky drew off to far onshore, having 
slaked its reverse thirst, leaving the sun
all over. Far out to 

sea, 

another sky drank deep of invisible
steam swelling upwelling in blinding
white tumescence,

thirsty 

for some gaping meadow full 
of damp stank growing dry,
like a mouth 

thirsty