Well, kiss my....grass?
Here's a lot of grass...don't smoke it!
Sweet summer rain
The grass grew long and slender and intertwined into itself as the sun betrothed it rays of lights to every inch of their blades.
They caressed each other softly with every hot breath of wind.
Then darkness covered this lawn of love. The clouds, the dark grey lumps of drink in the sky began to weep.
The green and brown arms reached as high as they could as life fell for life to renew and quench the thirst for existence.
Dancing, they looked up to the to the honeyed drops of growth to savor its sweet kisses.
The clouds receded into the sky to unveil it's light blue vigor and slept until another chance for rejuvenation.
Drops of drizzle still weighing on their limbs fold smaller blades into submission until the wet rolls down to the base of the grass lifting their arms once again towards the sun soaked sky.