Villanelle For The Rain

From the clenched fist of the sky again

Drops of rain fall and congregate

Like galaxies on your windowpane.

A sea of dead trees amid the bleak terrain

To choose from, to bring home, to imitate life, to decorate.

From the clenched fist of the sky again,

I wrapped the fields in the sleet for the want of slick black cellophane

As if to gift you the earth.

Your eyes breathe and pulsate

Like galaxies. On your windowpane

I tapped a song in Morse. A hurricane

Flew around your room.

My voice lost the music, trying to escape

From the clenched fist of the sky. Again-

You woke up tasting the ashes of my name.

The loss- you spat them out to dance and gyrate

Like galaxies on your window. Pain?

Only a pounding on my chest with thunder and

Pricking needles when it rains-

A drop for every letter I scribbled in haste

(From the clenched fist of the sky, again

Like galaxies) on your windowpane.