Summer came without permission February dressed in green Snow appeared in advertisements Not in places it had been Someone bought the rights to rainfall Someone fenced the reservoir Now the rich can order seasons While the rest just watch the stars They put the weather up for sale Bottled every breath of air Built a roof above the thunder Left us burning under there But the wind won’t read a contract And the clouds refuse a jail You can own the earth on paper You can’t own the coming gale Farmers study dead horizons Children draw the oceans black Every promise made in marble Melts before the water’s back Still a seed beneath the pavement Waits without a guarantee Life has never asked permission To become what it will be Open every window Let the wild world in We were never separate From the trouble we are in They put the weather up for sale But the storm escaped its cage Now the sky is writing warnings In a language made of rain We can’t bargain with the future We can only choose today Nothing living lasts forever If we keep looking away
