Rain's a risky business,
past priests issued receipts
for the dry mantlepiece.
I knew from the very beginning
that this was home: four walls, concrete
no mountain ranges
the rain just fell and fell.

Your story is teary,
liquid eyes deceive the rain.
Springs are sources of water,
rain on display, alluring
the sound of fast asleep
sprays a bondage of roses for you.
Time passes and nothing happens.
The sea is calm tonight 
Will the spinning sea spy on me?

Another thing I do not know
a constant agnostic
water is deep but not at all clear
green lakes seep onto tropical islands
but are lost on my watery imagination.