At Last, Rain

Clear breath

of rain, thrown

open windows,

rain, my naked

breast and risen

heart, these fluid

thoughts of you,

rain, rain, rain.

The Opening

In great buckets
it came
the rain
in sheets
and chords
of thunder
from the sky
on open soil
black with drink
and grasses
and perfume air
to caress
the thirsty
who are ready
at last
to drink
deep again.