Throughout the day the sky blackens, then thunder rolls through each corner of the sky
And the rains come.
Water pouring from the sky,
how can the clouds hold so much?
The rain drowns all noise away but the rolling thunder.
From our gutterless house great pools of brown water surround us
hemming us in, as if the rain were not enough.
The primal abundance of water intimidates
and the rain does come.
Cleansed and cool
till it builds again.