Hymn to Rain

      by Joe Ceravolo

Again rain on the evolved leaves.
Rain in the jungle forest
where people tend the garden
or hunt the monkey.
Rain where people pound the pavement

and wet trucks rest
after a flashing night.
Rain that dissolves the mount
or fills the valley
or breaks the dam

or wakes the face
washes the hair
stiffens the organ.

Rain that dissolves the dreams
or creates the dreams
in atmospheric phantoms.

O, praise be rain, praise be mist
praise be fish deep and dark,
praise be stirring ocean
and starting wind,
and kinematic waves
in altered motion.

Rain before life, rain before
                   death
Praise be rain again, rain again praise!