Rain brings up the smell of dirt
Into a grateful asphalt world;
The tame water gleams, as coyly as a lake,
And moonlight makes mountains out of towers.
This world is still the world,
However we mar its skin,
And even our glass monstrosities
Are things of nature, wrought by her through us.
Rain brings news of enduring dirt;
Stars flicker behind the flickering signs;
A cool breeze ghosts along the water, and
I thank all gods for the world.
