When rain gets tired of walking,
she lies in pools where she's fallen,
she soaks her limbs, luxuriates
in the warmth of her own making,
and then she lets earth take her
in the fullness of the moment.
Her coming and going retains
the mystery of the ages, she cannot
be coaxed with sweet-talk or roses.
She may appear as femme fatale
or Mother Earth, depending
on her whims and purposes.