Rain seeks high ground and low
and labors long into the night;
Thunder peals endlessly and
leering flashes unsteady light.
While white stings the sky lighting
up a town that sleeping waits:
for a Saviour, a sun. And she calls him
"Darling" as he calls her "Dearest one"
The words fall like heavy drops descending
from lonely clouds and lonelier crowds.
And the rain is warm like patient passion when
romance is hopeless but no less than astounding.
Drenching the small town in answer to prayers
Drowning out all thought but delivering from drought.
Quenching the dry souls who finally found their voice,
their thirst slaked in the puddles and lakes.
In the puddles and lakes their unsteady steps surrounded.
10.7.1990
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