Sonnet #46

I never wonder where the rain will fall

When the clouds gather, there is rain

There's space between one drop; the stain

of water on the ground will splash to all.

Of course there's space between the drops

Some places struck, some not, the mist of it

Will miss some minute specks of silt

Along the wall, but when the rain stops

It's hard to tell where one drop fell upon a wall

When the rain comes, we all get wet, all

Even with the umbrellas, galoshes, no props

will keep the cloud of spattering. Even now,

I feel the humid steam upon the windows