rainfall

if you could

create water,

drop by drop

until the oceans

overflowed,

and coral and

silver angelfish

conquered all

the land;

see the world

like a quavering

raindrop, still

in time,

you know, sometimes

you need the

cobblestones

to break you

when you fall;

and when you

flow into the

crevices by the

side walk, leaving

wistful oily

rainbows that

smile sorrowful

forevers at your

receding shoulders

into the distance;

and then you

forget to breathe

when you drown

into the night,

you’re too human

to be free, you

are too human

to be bright;

then you wait

in the shadows,

dry your eyes

from the rain,

you find that

you misspelt elation

again.