In the Rain

With the rain comes the roar of machinery (kissing) With the rain comes the look out from my eye (human) That I am standing in it and each drop on my skin The way it touches me awake, into the night The rain, in the night, acts like a midwife The rain, in the night, lets out a cry It says, “Good morning, human With each drop on your skin, unexpectedly The flood and you are tied” The water pouring through the world Revealing sogginess, and mold, and mountain ice Bad traffic in grey rain My wild mansion brain All being kissed awake Allowed no place to hide from the roaring flood The surge of food and beverage (through me) Trying to lie down in the ditch and spend the night The feeling on your face Just before the dawn, the rain And then the dawn, and then going into life