rain

drumbeats
under the gray clouds, clear
slanted lines

some plants fold around you, little
and so many slide
to plop

and there is the sound, so many feet dancing...

for so many days
some Native American tribes dancing on the ground
knocking and knocking, the shaman
imagining making love to the earth so rain
rain would fall, holding holding
their ears to the ground
echoes of future rain.

rain, rain rain
wakes me up and breathes temporary life into me
and wind wind wind blows and blows
the sounds of
if
don't break into a thousand pieces
and feed the grounds piecemeal
show
if
and be with me.