Woke to sense... the rain; it was hardly evident sparse puddles on dry concrete In coffee shops the old men will chatter {what happened to the rain} ...Merely a sprinkle ... not quite a drizzle;while the world slept. But the grass knows and the trees and the humming birds onΒ Electric Avenue. All the soft things know when ...it rains... And so I thought of you, and how you lay me naked, ...without ever being in the room....