Sounds of Rain
Rain's too small a word, too thin
to hold the whole cacophonous din
when drops like arrows
drill the muddy river.
Water plasters fur and feather,
splatters sodden vines and trees,
makes each leaf a drum.
You need a word
for booming bands,
geese honking off at dawn,
fire roaring up the flue,
bacon sizzling in a pan,
thunder shaking windowpanes --
There is no word big enough
to hold forest rain.
David Harrison
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