This Rain
Rain
Rain…
Assembling the cities in drones
Of angered voices
Falling it
billion heads
drooling the earth
like inebriate drummer
Rippling
It endless circle
to join
The ebbing cause of change
The ground is to loose
It face to the drain of ages
Every frightened pebble
Shall be swept along
stubborn soils
Not even your corner of hole
Can withhold
This turbulent abrasion
Run if you CAN
NOT HIDE
For the cat is drenched
Already
Ready to be washed away .
