Evaporation

gray cloudwaters fill foggy mountain lakes Downfalls roaring through River’s’ summer hills and Great Valley’s Lush where Verdure’s joy
aged Ancients spread soiled fingers to anchor fauna lapping fresh water’s pink tongue and goatmens’ merry harping whose fish leap glimmering away to River’s cousin Stream and his little rivulets meet Pond’s muddy prints and Puddle’s tap-dancing puddles then stream back home
to Ol’ Gramma Sea’s oceans on the wisdom of whales that know a century’s sinking a bodiless woman bare beautiful kneels cupping sobs of a face trickling through gray clouds
to be known
to us
as rain