I thought about the clouds that gathered —
coming together everywhere,
and then I thought about the sun’s despair
at not showing forth here, there.
The rains came like sheets so silken rare
brought over mountainous air
into valleys and plying Polo’s wares,
costing more than gold’s cold stares.
It fell upon the dry and hardened ground
sinking in and then
causing havoc in its wake running around
the streets and in washes up and down.
The clouds dispersed and left the wind
to gather floods drawing
them into places without such dangerous fun
while all celebrated the return of the sun.