Mikaela Castledine #110 What the rain has in it

Tell me what the rain has in it

to fall so loud

on to my roof

is each drop seeded with a grain

of wind blown sand

to tac hard upon the sheeting

or some crystallising stonecast calculi

shaped from dissolvable salts

It is not ice I know that sound

hurling coldmade pieces of momentary glass

it is more the sound of steely hardness hitting

like bearings forming in a shot tower drop

balling in the fall and discharging

all their ammunition into sound

Like the stinging smack

of the flat

of my hand against an upturned face

against the tarmac

against each tip tip tip of a leaf

against corrugated zincalumesteel

And to think each slowly sliding tear

each beading droplet sweat could sound this roar

if thrown from such a distance

with such force

in these numbers