Why does it rain on the river?
Low clouds, ridiculous fools.
You can never come close enough to kiss your lover the river
Or give your desire to the earth.
The earth and the river go side by side--
Each defines the other, and yet,
They are equally faithless.
Let the sky open,
And they each offer their bodies like brides.
They both say,
"I am the one that you seek. Come home to me."
Idiot clouds, desired and desiring,
Needed and needing in a never-ending cycle--
The earth can be sated but the river never can,
And that is why you love her better;
That is why you pour yourself into her.
That is why it rains on the river.