#2349 -- praise for the rain

 

2349

7.156

6.vi.26

praise for the rain

a little dance

 

it waters the weeds

drips down from my hat

 

it empties out clouds like nobody’s business

 

we catch it unaware

 

as roof is my witness

 

call it heaven tumble too

 

smoke may stand through it at times

 

brink brimly

apt to splash

muddy up

and sometimes spears

 

here’s puddle of once was

 

I raise my arms out in it

you could call that supplication

 

I call it and it comes