The rain spoke in a thousand voices

insistent to be heard

black rivulets beckoned

the room dark behind

 

I heard my name

muttered in the motion

in the crystal trance

as through the window I went

 

and met myself in advance

outside my skin

the rain beat patterns

all was moist

the living beat as one with the dance.

 

Never shall I know again

the dryness of the sun

as the rain and my soul

become as one.