I Am The Rain

I am the rain,

you are the earth.

If you were not there,

fertile and serene,

what would be from muddy

water of mine?

I spill on the pages,

the commas and cracks

of your trunk.

I am fruitful then,

because in you I penetrate.

What would be from the

trembling and uncertain drops

if they reached a dry sand,

gray asphalt or hard stone?

I am the rain only because

you are the earth.

misteredu misteredu
46-50, M
Mar 5, 2010