Wash! Wash the roof clean; Splendid, Holy Rain

The deadly drought has ended, and again

Life stirs, bursts, shouts; transmutes the pain

Of wet Beginning: Splendid, Holy Rain!


I want you and I need you, Tempest Dread

Gloom-smiting Bolt that spears alive the dead,

Slash down the snag, and leave the sprout instead:

I fear you, yet I love you, Thunder Head.


Kill! Kill the dusty half-truth of the heart

Prick this sad dream with an unpoisoning dart

And like the Rain that molds life-form from dirt,

Weep, that the half-dead get a second start.