This rain makes me think of you, C

The gushing stormwater

with the sign of the fish reminding us

that all drains lead to the sea.

You came not like a comet, but a torrent

You were a cold front

meeting warm air from the tropics

and I was a small boy failing to save Holland.

Remember the thump of the washing machine as we slept?

You were a quivering Act of God

washing clean man’s sins

And afterward a dove, a rainbow, and a promise not kept