Critique my poem? *second draft* Please?(:?

Carissa[:

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Please be 100% honest, I am very, very, open to any criticism. (:


First rain

There is a musky feeling in the air,
The gray clouds that huddle over us,
Screaming don’t you dare
All is fair, with the grass cradling your feet with care

Up in the sky
The calls of a vulture,
Yell good-bye
And open your eyes; to a new culture

And all the trees are weeping,
The leaves turned over
The sweet sap is seeping,
The squirrels are running for cover,

But out there you stand-
When all has gone,
Alone in the hollowed out plain
With the band of courage around your waist;
Waiting for the first drop of rain

Put out your tongue;
Feel the cool air,
Inhale with your tired aged lung,
Listen to the growls of thunder, like a hungry bear

Race the light that races across your pupils;
Stare into the great beams of lightning;
Face the eyes of the sky,
And feel the temptation; constricting and tightening

But out there you stand-
When all has gone,
Alone in the hollowed out plain
With the band of courage around your waist;
Waiting for the first drop of rain.

Should I keep working on it, or should I delete it?
Thank you. (:
 
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