Drown

If you were with me in the pouring rain,
Which pools in artificial wells wherever
The depth of water grows too deep to drain
And washes over human endeavor
Indifferently, as if we were gone,
All of our works reduced to islands in
That sea of rain perpetually drawn
Down to the earth, making a second skin
Upon the ground, a liquid, moving mass
Flowing forever round and round and seeping
No more into the satiated grass,
As if the sky above could not stop weeping,
I would forget the water in its streaming
To gaze at you and think that I was dreaming.