Rain

thought I knew what rain was

after a month of it fell past

like one could know by how it sloughs across tile

or how it brightens the leaves of peaches

carries rocks growling into the folds of mountains

finding the ocean as if down the sides of the earth

I thought rain was everything already washed away

in the same way that a tsunami could embrace the city

how rain hits corrugated metal hardest on the islands

yet seems at home evaporating off concrete

in a once lost kind of way

and how it falls on the dead

the same way it meets scattered seeds

searching for a way back up the mountain

to touch the fiber of all

if only for a moment