The First Rain Poem by RIC BASTASA

got a good look at the falling of the
first rain
in my town up on the hill where i
am contemplating about
the game of hate and love
and greed and giving
and power and subjection
like bow and arrow
and water and fire all in my head

i wait and then it come
all umbrellas open some windows begin to close
i like most to see
the rush for shelter

another form of in/humanity looking for safety
praying for the rain and confused when to close and when to open.