~Night Rain~
The kind of rain
Few people hear
Except in the backgound
Of some recurring dream.
Our primeval spirits
Rush out to play
Riding on raindrops
And dancing on rooftops.
Oh how we frolic
When the world is asleep
And the rain washes away
The dust of care.
Sliding down the
Dark greenness of leaves
Catching the up-escalator
Of a street light beam.
Like children on recess
We stay out as long
As the rain lets us play.
For the fun of it...
'Till the grayness of day.
MEBH/Published, 1989
