We see rain for its pain
prancing upon a corrugated tin roof.
poor rain. dancing against itself.
pathetic rain. Why must it worry its heart
thinking about all it mistook?
Everyday it survives a trillion drops,
Its countenance a trillion sparkling eyes
fracturing sunlight into a trillion faceted thoughts.
See how it shimmers for the sky,
magic and tragic in its starry flight;
The sky likes it that way,
but, it’s rough on the kind
that cannot fathom the rain’s failing
commitment to dying.
Everyday it survives a trillion drops.
Everyday a planet plummets through outer space.
Everyday its inhabitants look up (ostensibly with wonder)
and judge all the things they see as falling out of place.