Rain's full of old memories.
It's been so many places,
Washed across so many faces,
Curved, caressed, and cooled,
Hot bodies feverish with
Illness and desires,
Touching in rivulets
The contours of lovers
The earth of other continents,
And dust and dirt
And a multitude of other drops,
Tears of happiness and despair,
Mingling with oceans and puddles,
Remaining a while then off again.
Donovan Baldwin
