Rain br br I can hear you br making small holes br in the silence br rain br br If I were deaf br the pores of my skin br would open to you br and shut br br And I br should know you br by the lick of you br if I were blind br br the something br special smell of you br when the sun cakes br the ground br br the steady br drum-roll sound br you make br when the wind drops br br But if I br should not hear br smell or feel or see br you br br you would still br define me br disperse me br wash over me br rain br br Hone Tuwhare 1922-2008br br jerry hughesbr br