When will it stop raining?
The titter tatter against my window pane
The tribal chant of merciless nature,
Hammering to let it enter.
But I’m far too cold to let it into my thoughts

A conversation with sopping words that enter my dreams.
Wild whispers of liquid life dripping down my window pane.
Asking me to let it seep inside, creep inside
Tears which came from the land.
Water as old as the beginning of time; life giving crystals
That bathe us and hydrate us.
Made us and continue to create us.
Thus does life go on? This miracle giving substance
Succeeds in engaging my mind.
As we chatter in fluid thought.