Poetry

Rain

Even angels love rain
the way it
knows when to curl into haystack
clouds & when to let go spattering
leaves & grass trickling along each
inner stem
the way it
splatters dry dirt & loudly clatters
like hooves on tin roofs
the way it
almost arrives then blows by high
on a dry wind that removes what
moisture remains driving the prophet
to a raven-circled brook
the way it
comes when it comes disrupting the dust
which puffs into the air & then
drops in dampness merging in mud
congealing together
the way it
declares your dependence little one
on the wind’s whims & divine design
the way it
cuts ravines & reminds you how
your planet needs to be washed clean
& how without watering would
never grow anything

D.S. Martin

D.S. Martin is the author of four poetry collections, including Ampersand (2018), and Conspiracy of Light: Poems Inspired by the Legacy of C.S. Lewis (2013) — both from Cascade Books. He is Poet-in-Residence at McMaster Divinity College, the Series Editor for the Poiema Poetry Series, and has edited three anthologies — The Turning Aside (2016), Adam, Eve, & the Riders of the Apocalypse (2017), and In A Strange Land (2019). He and his wife live in Brampton, Ontario; they have two adult sons.

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