Mother Rain
Mother Rain, Mother Beauty,
sunrise finery, calico skirts,
silky clouds, supple lofted castles,
fiery morning rays running through
golden avenues to the beyond
where cathedrals drift and glow,
light of heaven and tears,
hiding behind alabaster coves
and gardens of purple jasmine,
casting the morning dew about,
sinking them to the earth below,
coating the flowers and grasses
unto the morning rites of the new day,
pulling up the waters from the sea
with slaves and heavy chains,
Mother Pure and Mother Twisted,
from her wily dreams and schemes,
aiming at the shores and hinterlands
with spears and liquid canons,
dancing with the wind and air,
arriving at the shore with a smile,
a brief visit turned into an extended stay,
feeding the flowers and drowning them,
a thirst quenched and ultra-quenched,
a choking, a bottomless river,
a ditch swelling into a canyon,
a mountain shedding its beauty,
turning into mud and debris,
running over the meadows,
uprooting trees and houses,
demonstrating her superiority
and laughing at the traumatic faces
of the victims of her marauding,
Mother Beauty, Mother Vile,
Mother Bliss, Mother Sorrow,
Mother Nature, Mother Kind,
Mother Evil, Mother Earth,
Mother Drought, Mother Rain.
