Poem: Deluge
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.