As Wet As Rain Is

As wet as rain is; And the half muted pitter-patterings on the roof And whole days of just rain; and the muddy shoes Sitting in the corner, and fogged up windows And sloshing streets; the cars whooshing by, And the birds sitting sullen in the trees Taking numberless baths they never wanted. And the extra chill in the air, and then the getting warm again In the bathtub; the rain singing you to sleep, Tucked warmly into bed, as the gutters dripping down, Like little fingers, drumming on the windows And hundreds of liquid crystals Reflecting the moon's streaming light. The night crying it's tears deep into the ground And the wet faces of the flowers And the soil quietly, determinedly drinking it in.