Rain falls asyncope
white noise splattering
on dry ground...
I listen for weeping
from Heaven but
only hear sibilant
rhythm of falling water.
I look outside
to see its dance & splash
as drops impact stones
& dirt & a nearby pond
creating ripples on ripples,
storm a microcosm
of my own lachrymosity.
I open the door,
step out into a gentle shower:
Turning my face up,
I watch drops approach.
Opening my mouth
not to speak but -
extending my tongue -
to taste.
An acrid bite of moisture
explodes on impact
& I fall senseless,
engulfed in a sensation
of wetness:
just another ripple
in the pond.
(October 19,2005)
Hugh Cobb
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precipitation-and-thoughts-on-unity/
