Let Rain (Poem)

Let Rain

Let rain slip
from the puffed-up lip

of a cloud,
ping like the heart

roughed and raw,
needing a little

grey light of calm.
Let rain finger

its way deep
into ground dried,

cracked, and abandoned
by the hand

that gave it
inner life. Let rain

prime resistance
against a sullen sky,

tatter the sheathing
of morning's face,

remind us how shutters
shelter against the cold.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas

My recording of "Let Rain":