Rain knows how to sit so still
Once fallen from grace and gracious sky alike

Yet I
The man who can never stand
To sit for more than a minute still
Or to contain his mind for more than a second alive

Could learn quite a bit from this rain of yours
Not the least of which that it was never mine

How I watch you fall and settle still
Just to listen until I smile wide

And then at last we are at an end
A settling of some mysterous kind