What the Rain Knows

The rain, at times,

puts man to shame,

quickly learning

the angles and creases

of the face

it trickles down,

engulfing skin and bone

where last the brow

furrowed,

where last the lips

smiled,

where last the tears

flowed;

ministering, at times,

sooner

than any

human touch

with its cascading, immediate

embrace

of the whole man

at once.