On our planet, it rains iron,
Enough to spear holes
Into our old spacecraft,
Enough to spear holes in us.

When the rain-caller screams,
We take shelter
In the iron mountains
Where we are safe,

Where we wait
Till the rain stops
And the searing heat
Surfaces again.

Then we go out
To reintegrate,
Reinforce the change,
Readapt our bodies

To live on this planet.
To live as effreet.