Rain, rain.
River runs.
Rainy river running ’round my brain.
Fecund felicity washes over me.
Day after day of rain makes West river rush.
I wonder: why build anything?
Do we think we can do better than nature?
I imagine pounding sea bombarding bedrock.
Wave after wave after wave.
Water beats stone.
We forget how small we are until we remember we are part of eternity, co-creators of ungraspable reality.