a short history of rain

by David Filer

it only fell
when it became too heavy

for the clouds to bear

and then it had
no choice

where it fell

to anything it could

when there was earth
to soak into

someone likened it
to tears

but by then the clouds
had blown on beyond
the horizon

and sunlight reflected
off the wet streets

in one part
of the country
it raised rivers above their banks

and there were
second thoughts

but when a single

fell from the blooming rose

everyone knew
it was a gift