Lift - young rain, heavy, wet

Lift - young rain, heavy, wet
To where the sky is wan and thin
And Blow -

Insist with shallow arctic breath
Each drop, six times spun
To flat platters and crystal wheels
They catch the air that cushions round
In zephyred sprays of feather-leaves
And scattered windblown shards
That melt upon my outstretched tongue.