Held

Before was more rain than air,
sounds were falling everywhere;
she sky had come down to land,
hold us in a melting hand.

Channels drawn like finger tracks
along paths' treetunneled backs,
gurgling, bubble spawning, raced
with busy bright hatching haste

Tantalising gravity
each leaf tip of every tree
still bears a clear trembling drip
which increasing, will spherie, slip,

slower as storm's grip eases,
releaseing Summer's breezes,
new light shows life doubt is gone,
from drought faith has been reborn.

Seeping gentle as a stroke
this is how our love awoke.