Poetry of Issue #8        Page 19

The Singing of the Rain

The singing of the rain
The laughter of the birds

The laughter of the rain
The singing of the birds

Hold on the way of words
Beyond the boiling brain

The angle of the shards
Don’t let them tilt your cards

Still ride upon the plane
Still curl and cure your hards

The words are slow and drain
Your heavy heart to bards

Don’ think you lose the stain
On mountain action wards

The service of the main
Beyond the pilot’s drill

How else but call your name?
How else but call to you?