Let rain bring back the rhyme br from beyond mythical hills: br dry stony earth, this page, br cracks of my mind full- br ancient earth, like my dubious poem br losing scents over time, br the arid wind-rush sweeps down br even dusty thoughts- br in the wailful corner br words are chained prisoners- br br I felt, pretty swollen clouds br with grey feet once swooped down br over this great banyan tree, br innocent green was disturbed br with blue awefulness around- br one bemused, silent, dim world br not dull, not dull by any means, br almost rife for an esoteric feel- br br one day wet hours sprang here br upon my breast as the earth br waited unmoved in the bare rain br for the first violation- br upon her green corridors of life br embracing rain love- brought br blushful promiscuity: br under hedgy leaves' shades br secret sport of hues and smell br blooming another life- br I had no childish jingle upon lips- br rain's stealthy kiss washes me nude br turning me a rhyme of desire: br br those trembling rains do not come, br donot come over my pen, br yet I am drowned in hope, br over this sodden earth br the rhyme in my vision br dancing back happily again...