the ground soaked through
Be Practical and her sister Be Realistic
welcome the dousing of rain because it waters the plants,
feeds the rivers and the birds need it so.
but i, i welcome the rain because it is the rain.
she with her pitter-pattering lullabye, sung drop by drop
on the tin roofed houses and the ground,
sloshed in drunkenness—
there my old dreams and wishes are alive,
flourishing, frolicking naked
in the ground soaked through.