7 December 2012
The Rain by Karen Liu
The Rain by Karen Liu (14)
The rain, my dear, taps desolate on cities grey
Her marked voice an echo, a plea, a cry.
Cry for the parched, sun kissed day
Silent tap, whispered tap, rhythmic tap
Seeds sown, foreboding cloud, blossoms grow in hunger
Snails behold, dripping droplets, wipers race.
Thunder on tin roof, drumming on window pane
Peer out into midnight dark—awash, cleansed, free
Stop, start. Storm, spit. Nothing one can tame
There’s an intermission. She’s rested her show
Motes of grey clatter to
Magician’s trick—wonder suspended, time enveloped
Flash of colour—of red of violet of blue
Delicately preserved, sewn so precise
Is this smoke screened water colour of hues.