Rain blazes in that hemisphere br of my mind br where little else happens br neither sunshine nor cloudburst br and certainly not the blossoming of the br br power of love you cherish br which so much overwhelms my tongue br give to speech br in the necessary workplaces br where freedom is obscene. br br And from a drab window falls the br happy consequence of clouds br which the roots of passionate trees br receive with splendid gratitude br and which may return to us all in br their time br br and in their special ways, br linking hand to fruit br and fruit to the promise of our br prayerful hope and love br and the triumph of the effort of br br the always beating pulse br in the wrist and temple of the architect br who wars. br I am thinking about you.