This rain makes me think of you, C
The gushing stormwater
with the sign of the fish reminding us
that all drains lead to the sea.
You came not like a comet, but a torrent
You were a cold front
meeting warm air from the tropics
and I was a small boy failing to save Holland.
Remember the thump of the washing machine as we slept?
You were a quivering Act of God
washing clean man’s sins
And afterward a dove, a rainbow, and a promise not kept
