Rain

Letting truth settle
like rain seeping
through my thoughts slipping
along green
canopy dripping from
leaves' bright surfaces
shadowed backs down
grass leaving
exteriors for secret
spaces of the soil.

Letting truth settle
slowly filter through
my deepest thoughts down
into rich loam
below even these dreams
the emptiest darkness
pockets touched only
by rain.

-by Kelly Vaughan, May 7, 2001