Let It Rain

Let it rain on the drought- shrouded terrains. Let it rain on the meadow and her grains; For the ember stare of the bridled sun Fiddles and suffuses our flaccid corn. Let it rain on the paddocks of the lakes; On the subtle ducklings and bickering drakes; Beneath the bleak clouds and the supine trees; On eroded coral herbs of the seas. Let it rain on the sordid fluttering gale; On salient boughs that it has lured to sail. Let it rain on the dew- quaffing mountains And all frost- flawed cliffs and weed- wreathed plains. Let it rain on the face of December; On mild mellow skins of oceans' envers, From the fog- fiddled toe of a hill's foot To the depths of a mermaid's solitude. Let it rain on pale petals of flowers; On gloomy castles and misty towers; In lethal labyrinths of cycloned caves; On nap- narrowed nights and the dirge- drenched days. Let it rain from the wild- wandering clouds. Be it in whispers or weeping aloud; Lest our hollow- hydrated hearts complain; On our knotty knees, we plead; let it rain.