An endless, coarse rain --
   here, now --
yet, another time,
   another place,
the sun reigned upon
our world...
it was brief and it was
   brittle --
we did not know...
did not choose to think
beyond what was then
our "here and now":
no rules, ro rhyme,
   nor reason.
We thought we would
never end --
   or did we really
   think?
We believed the dream
we dreamed;
our web painstakingly
   spun.
Dew drops shone
on slender threads,
like diamond-fire...
yet, as the dew fades
   past dawn,
our world vanished
before our eyes --
slipping through
our finghertips --
lost beyond our grasp.
And so, this day --
   here, now --
we settle for the rain
to wash away the grief,
wash away the sin --
   (no promises made) --
to quickly, mercifully
wash  our memories away.