Rain Scatters Itself

"Conversazioni," 2011, by David Benati

Rain Scatters Itself

While hiding from rain we can all become friends
with bugs Poor lightning bug clinging to my shoulder
When you get wet what happens to your body
to your light You can wait out the storm as if it were
a large creature ambling past the opening of your cave
There is no malevolence in its heart There is no heart
in its heart For weather there is no death only reincarnation
and in this way all shards of rain have been here before
and will come for us again

[Image above by David Benati]