‘Postcards from the Rain God’is a series of about a dozen brief, dramatic lyrics, I suppose, about rain in various Northern settings, and the eleventh of them is dedicated to Peter Didsbury, a fellow poet, on his fiftieth birthday – he is a great pluviophile.
from Postcards to the Rain God
for Peter Didsbury on his fiftieth birthday
11
You sit in your shed in the rain.
In its peppercorn racket
You have a much better idea:
Marks on paper, made from the pluvial sexual
Ink of the Iris and Pearson Park pond-rain.
Messages unread, a century
From now: Today a cloudburst settling
Its anvil on the slates.
Then longer, softer rain – I cannot tell you how -
Is like piano-islands
In the pond. Ad
Maiorem Pluvii gloriam.
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