Poem 070: Let Fall The Rain Poem by Samer Madbak

Let fall the rain upon my eyes,
My leaden soul is breathless
To quaff the sap of somber skies
Of gods divine and deathless.
Let fall the grace
Upon my face,
Let pour the sweet Aeolian race,
Let down the tide, let it efface
The human trace of stain.

Let fall the rain, my torpid earth
Awaits the torrent's anger
To smite the drought and stone the dearth
To stir th'abhorrent languor.
Let thunder dash
Let lightning flash,
Let Boreas and Zephyr clash
To bring about the purging plash
On man, beast, earth and main.

Let fall the rain, let scowl a cloud,
Let light in smallness cower,
Let Welkin, wrapped in sable shroud,
Acclaim the crowning power.
Let nimbi swarm
And leap to form,
Let racks the face of sun deform,
Let Zeus, whose joy is in the storm,
Afflict the sky in twain.

Let fall the rain upon my head
That I may be abstracted.
In every little droplet shed
A mystery refracted.
Let fall on me
Perchance I see
A spectre of the Verity,
An image of Divinity,
Let fall, let fall the rain.


Beirut
December 10th 1989