So Rain Begins. And Ends.

by A. Diao Lavina

Comes
a gaunt silence.
Those rounded
mouths of clouds.

Then
a prankish rush
fluid bodies crush, collide
and plunge
through anxious folds.

The timid
leaping
first.
The exquisite dashing onto earth.
Mad sylphs at once free
And jostling to be next-

me! me! And quickly
it thickens
tom-toms beating on the roof
and tiny clanks on metal tank
and smaller,
slim lips laughing.

The soul of wakened soil rises up
as if this the only impetus
to make the fevered music
that drifts
beguiling hints
into our breaths and stops.

Abruptly
so still we're startled
into wanting