Marry the rain

I could marry the rain
as the breeze curvets
as the day burns down
as the grass dreams stone.

I could marry the rain
in its high heeled days
in its runes and bells
in its wishbone light.

I could marry the rain
with its love of green
with its filigree
with its eggshell shine.

I could marry the rain
match its cyclic swell
match its froggish cup
match its constancy.


Jan Napier (Western Australia)

First published in dotdotdash