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> > metaphors for rain
> >
> >
> > every summer when the crickety cars
> > twitch along limpid roads
> > tar seeps sticky into sky
> > moves into our skin with an overnight bag
> > and plans to stay a week
> >
> > in the evenings the smell
> > of something like a tin hook
> > you picked up rusted in the rushes
> > on the edge of the lake
> >
> > or hydrogen and oxygen rusting busting
> > out of the green ground rising ghosts
> > gathers round me
> > like a see thru shroud
> > and the smell of waterstacks
> > then the breaking of the sac
> > floods down the leg of the sky
> >
> > whipping hurricane over your face
> > like a woman's hair
> > when she's on top whirlwind, nameless thunder
> > then pools, runnels into a grate
> > after passage after passion
> >
> >
> > the way it pools
> > in the lowest point
> > arching toward drain
> > like a diver
> > from the high board
> >
> > tell angels
> > to take their kisses and place them
> > on some other forehead for
> > mine is blessed by holy water
> > from a dripping tongue
> > with an element more basic than tears
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > rain fools the window
> > into membrane
> > rolls gravel chitter down a slope
> > and he an i blow
> > bubbles on the front porch.
> > they barely birth in the mist
> > that rises from roof's waterfall
> > a convergence of two
> > sharp angle caresseses ,
> > like sun without a burn.
> >
> > so what about god? he asks
> > and the devil? i say
> > well god ......
> >
> > hold on just a second...
> > and he rinses his sticky hands
> > in the dribbles that still sputter
> > from the roof, climbs into my lap
> > and says
> > at last!
> >
> > the clouds move like sun and the sun
> > moves like fireflies
> > rain goldens the air
> > and we begin to breathe like fish