Sandor Weores (1913 - 1989): "Rain"

The rain's pounding away

         at the rusty eaves.

Twirling, sliding bubbling foam -

         well, that's rain.


You too, and I should walk now

         as free as that

on cloud, on air, the meadow

         and the vapor roads.


Move around up there and here below

        like this liquid thing,

flowing into human life on rooftops

       and on shoes.




From: Czeslaw Milosz - A Book of Luminous Things
           An International Anthology of Poetry

Translated from the Hungarian by J. Kessler 
Harcourt Brace & Company, 1996