Kit Kelen #687 - so the rain's created

687

so the rain's created

and a roof's to hear it fall

it's out of nothing cloud

well within this

thought extols

and memory

as of a cloudless blue

then come horizon

herring knit

or just a little anvil floats

till archipelago

see out a window fogged

each third leaf atwitch with it

then every one

and all

how the aching joints foretold!

the rain arrives

sometimes from a season's want

and feels a way at first

as if below there must be Earth

the planet of sweet rain!

you could rot from it

or rise up singing

the rain calls

just for a minute

you might have missed

there isn't a card on the tray

though ink outside

is one drop blurred

already dry

it's not just the one instrument

the rain has come

it syncopates

makes anarchy of rhythm

it has fallen

no one heard it

no one saw

it was out of the dream

now we're shone

how we reach into the rain

and lift

green

for a sun

to know

as if below there must be Earth

the planet of sweet rain!