I'M Wet In Your Spelling – Rain Song Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I shall come in again
When I'm wet in your spelling
Oh soak me and drain
Pouring on my indwelling
You breeze away my fear
The Marble-heavy load
When September’s near
Showering the past road

I wet myself in you
Your drops of crystal white
Onset from my blue
That lost a winged fight
Now give a green perfume
From blossoms dye shade
Your drizzling rapid broom
For this day was made

Cloudy drifts of the high
Now raise my thoughts to you
And fill it deeps of blue sky
That comes by wet tongue through
I never could tell before
Dialect of your poem drops
The mist of the ways and core
That into the silent chops