But The Rain Still Asks

And the rain writhes down 

in convulsions, whipping 'round 

and sometimes sideways 

in confusion- never knowing 

like liquid questions 

falling from their thoughtful clouds 

to any answer below them? 

But really, they ponder themselves to puddles. 

It's vagueness defined: 

waters and wonderings 

with all reply left unsaid- 

But the rain still asks, no doubt or gloom 

when answers won't appear in the brume 

It's curious, as it must- 

forgive it that it falls: 

it knows not how to fly 

but it does, but it does!