If you told me how the rain
falls inside itself,
a flock of odyssey
as it rides the wind,
I would say the rain is alive
like strings of a harp strummed together,
echoes,
delicate as a chorus,
striking the anvil of a window,
trembling the leaves,
the roar of surf,
joined in the speaking of the rain,
and modulated in the voice
of a soul,
that lives in the indices of the world,
silent,
until the rain comes and lets it sing.
The book The House of the World has been nominated for the Pulitzer Prize and is now available on Amazon.