Rain

Canid wildness in the wind
Harrying steel wool.
Clouds stampede across the sky.
Small drops fall at first;

Agents sent to spy the land.
Milk and Honey comes
Their report. Tribes and torrents
Meet and merge, pushing

Into another’s air-space.
Thunderous voices raised.
Bumptious wind makes peace scatt’ring
Combatants and clouds.