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Elegy for rain
You and I met in the woods behind the cabin,
Deep in the forest,
And you rustled the green canopy and soaked me,
Until I was coolly transformed.
No one but you and I remember the creek,
You made in the Virginia woods,
Suddenly rushing through,
A rollicking torrent for my amazement.
And that morning when you transformed the yard,
Into a fairy garden,
Everyplace you touched glinted with jewels,
Hung on the tips of leaves.
It was you pattering the cabin roof,
While wind whispered,
Through the screen door,
Where I savored your sound and sense.
And I remember how you,
Used to sweep the last leaves of the season,
Off the trees to carpet the damp ground,
Bringing us into a fresh new time.
But now I’m walking home through air that’s hot and stale,
The sticky sidewalk greased with stains,
And I’m wondering if the time we called Fall,
Enlivened by your visits, is nothing more than a memory.
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