A
rain so fierce to talk about it now.
It
was, to open your eyes, in the middle
of
a first pass in a car wash of a rain.
To
describe it looking back,
it
was between a loosely gathering
water
swell falling and meeting up
with
a ground bound water spray surging.
This
shower, what it lacked in overwhelm,
was
well outweighed with slashing splatter
and
swashbuckling spray.
Its
sound built to an engulfing crescendo
warming
up through the familiar
of
leaf pelted drumming octaves
to
a presence pushing on distorting time,
burying
rhythms into a violent overwhlem
of
a drowning droning hum.
The
tiniest of tree leaves attempted
a
dodge-ball style for fending off heavy drops
by
down dipping to lose them.
Larger
leaves took the pouring shots face up,
then
waggled in wind aided ways,
ditching
water as if by the ladle-fulls.
The
largest leaves conspired with
their
elder sibling branches
to
up and down bob and windy weave
negotiating
motions
against
water's sheer weightiness.
The
winds themsleves were mercenaries
for
any act who'd have them.
As
for the trees
from
twigs to limbs to trunks,
it
was nature-imitating nature.
Trees
seemed to replicate the lattice look
of
rivers flooding down a mountain,
complete
to scale,
with
elevation drops displayed
in
lop-gushing waterfalls
from
overhanging brims
pushing
the limits of viscous attachment.
Nevertheless rivers were to scale.
It
was a fast flooding chinese-fire-drill
as
drops raced down all the trees.
It
was a rain so fierce,
that
the next time,
I
want to find myself,
blessedly
in just this kind
of
a cloudburst of a rain,
sensously,
as a tree . . .
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