the trees reach up, green dendrites
arching to shock the sky.
the grey roughly kisses them, the wind
a crushing swaying embrace.
the robins are hopping close
the jays are screaming for it
then the sky cracks in half like
a fresh egg...
You walk through this mad earth-love, as
fat raindrops leap down
hammering your soul,
stripping away rough rusty ideas
blasting away thought
burnishing and polishing
soaked, you reach the door, turn the knob and
only to drop your bag, turn smiling
and walk back into the rain,
knowing that this is as
close to God
as you will ever get.