Behind cloudy burlap curtains, heaven hides
a sun, its color bathed out from sight.
Puddles reflect the figures of a passing sky.
People with coats and hats dampened
take great steps like giants walking under
the protection of trees.
Windows reflect buildings and faces, open fields
and homes without lawns;
curious faces wonder in quiet.
A hand of thunder claps a beating into ears and
onto faces, reminding us of God,
as the city rattles and teeth chatter and the rain
reaches all the city and all the people.