And so it rained

Thunderbolts photographed my birth
and I descended like an answered prayer
made your dust smell
like heaven


but soon it became messy
like a kid's diaper
the pitter-patter and splashes
became like the conversation starters
of guests who had outstayed their welcome


Puddles peeped out like innocent eyes
of street urchins
inviting you out to play.
Now, two kids can provide
leisure social work
but too much is a gang.
Best stay        away

You ask for rain
but forget to specify how much.
Clouds are not omniscient vendors
and each drop is a ray.

The little streams,
frivolous babysitters
who won't let me seep through
but whirl me around
then drop me down
sewers.