midnight approaches
my mind is running down raindrops
practicing fluidity & speed
typical independent random bit
in the swinging silver horde
flashing and flowing
making joyful noises
change without pushing
people may gripe & flowers sag
but how the trees sigh & reach up
water is running down them
darkening the ground & their grateful bark
the trees drink & relax the ground absorbs
the rapid rhythm played by the unhurried feet
of three miles of rain, dancing I fall & fall
with the water singing, incapable of harm
to smash laughing in the darkest hours of night.