Rains

Morning Rain

The clouds caress the sun like tender lovers,

And bright blue skies lose colour to that clay

Of Shadow: moulding, bending light of silver

To darken lives or brighten up the days.

And bright blue skies lose colour to that clay

The Sculptor shapes and places with high larks

To darken lives or brighten up the days.

Between each cloud leaps starkly shining sparks:

The Sculptor shapes and places with high larks

Those colours—beautiful!—the arc-en-ciel!

Between each cloud leaps starkly shining sparks

To whiten greys that waters bring to sea.

This daytime rain is cold refuge of lovers;

As raindrops fall the pavement shines like silver.

Evening Rain

As raindrops fall the pavement shines like silver,

In evening’s light this fact is much more so.

The puddles overflow, then merge to form long rivers

Which flood the roads, and blue the lines below.

In evening’s light this fact is much more so:

Umbrellas’ colours fade in sharp grey rain

Which flood the roads, and blur the lines below

While flowers glisten bright along the lane.

Umbrellas’ colours fade in sharp grey rain

And drenchèd people splash their wet way past.

While flowers glisten bright along the land

Their glow—soft, weak—in quickly gath’ring dusk.

The skies’ great gift is more than just plain silver,

It is the roar, the life, of strongly raging rivers.


Night Storms

It is the roar; the life of strongly raging rivers

Call out to us, that we may see the glory

Of rushing waters, and feel the steep banks quiver

In fearful force of Nature’s great old stories.

Call out to us, that we may see the glory

Of midnight-rusty skies and fading dust.

In fearful force of Nature’s great old stories,

We watch in awe the frenzied, lashing gusts

Of midnight-rusty skies and fading dust.

Each drop of rain on panes’ moiré, each ringing,

We watch in awe the frenzied, lashing gusts,

Of water, wind, and dark clouds’ quiet singing.

This overflow of God’s celestial rivers:

It feeds the soul, and sets heartstrings a-quiver.

 

Dawn Showers

It feeds the soul, and sets heartstrings a-quiver:

The lightly falling patter on the lane

Doth push forward the step of shady lovers,

And soft leaves rustle through the dull glass panes.

The lightly falling patter on the lane

Arouse the frogs hid in the longing grass,

And soft leaves rustle through the dull glass panes,

While water pings off rooftop sidings’ brass.

Arouse the frogs hid in the longing grass

To praise the skies with morning’s creaking sounds,

While water pings off rooftop sidings’ brass,

And chaos reigns in rhythms on the ground.

The sun breaks through horizons’ lightning quiver,

The clouds caress the sun like tender lovers.

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