Rain,
when it sets the furtive filth afloat,
on the rivers of it
that ride the creases at the edges of city streets,
does so only because it cannot fly forever.
It must fall.
Things fall in both directions,
but we only see the downward half.
Because we live here.
Clouds catch rain falling upward
in the form of the reverse raindrop.
Only if you knew
about the life of a cloud
would this make more sense.
Then you'd know that rivers of rain don't flow,
they race to their gathering pools.
There they wait to reverse themselves,
and fall up again.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
