There was the endless rain
Hammering awake on windows
Long before sunrise
Grey nimbus hordes
Swallowing the midday sun
Drenching on the way home
Piercing moons blotted
By shadowy bulges disgorging
Icy flecks in the night
Then, the storms moved on
Remember, all those hurricanes
And typhoons and monsoons and deluges
All with names, for some reason?
No more wet mornings
In the new season
The sun blasts cracked, empty streets
Shut everything up
Against a vengeful earth
Turn the volume of life
All the way down, to the softest hum
We have all been washed away
Back inside, as if the earth
Herself had given us
One last reprimand
And now we have to obey
Through dusty window panes
Both worlds quietly watching
Each other grow older.
