Pathos

Drops of dripping drenching rain downpour
Onto an oily surface rainbow-slick
With water washing what was once before
As dry as dust, save where oil would lick
Across the surface, hydrophobic, balled;
Now all is water, and the world is drowned,
The dust is all incontinently mauled,
And weighed into the once so thirsty ground.
Like to the earth, liquid-deprived and cracked,
Eager to feel, and to absorb, the rain
Ere it can swirl itself into a drain,
I too knew all too well the thing I lacked
Before; and now I too am soaked full through
With what I missed: the love I get from you.