Rain

I have written about rain before
but still I'm searching for the words
to evoke its whisper rising to a hiss
as momentum and volume grow,
like the shower being turned up,
the heavens, as they say, opening,
and water falling in streams,
small, narrow, distinct, parallel,
coursing through air that was dry,
is now wet, as I open my mouth
to taste and breathe and drink.

Rain like something
being expressed, an outpouring,
a communication, a quantity
of drops falling as if meant,
intended to say something,
to convey to earth, down into the soil
into the storm drains,
the rivers and canals and watercourses
and seas a message 
something from far away
descending to become part
of our realm, down here,
gravity bound,
falling to the lowest point,
finding its level,
not stopping until
it can go
no deeper.