What I Saw in the Warm Rain

The pristine moves me

So much less than it dared to before,

Laying me trembling ‘pon the speckled floor

Of summer, and all it affords.


So it lies

The cloud graphite with rain

That little but a few heavy drops

In the salty dust distorts.


Thunders and rains

Beckons and calls

That which from the heaven could pour

And within its meaning conform.


Immersing it all,

As eternity would, set loose

Free upon the world to call

And within me storms to form.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s