Under a deep rain walked the woman,

Cuddled up in her coat,

Muttering at the sky, daring it to try harder.

As unkempt boots hit short sharp puddles

The damp rose

Over the sole

Beyond the tongue

Toward the woman within.

 

The deep rain deepened.

The woman slipped and fell

Into a hole in the earth which dared him to climb out.

The hole filled with pure rainwater

The water rose

Over the soul

Beyond the tongue

And drowned the woman within.

 

The deep rain abated.

The woman who slipped

Stood in steady mist not daring to take a step.

As woman stands still rainwater falls

Off her coat

Over the sole

Beyond the tongue

Thus dried the woman within.

The deep mist retained its secrets,

Huddled close to the woman,

Muttering fools apologies to none who hear.

The mist fell away to dawn-light

The sun rose

Over the soul

Beyond the tongue

And warmed the woman within.

 

The daylight quickly hid.

Behind blackened clouds

The sun shone on unheeded by the world beneath.

The clouds fell as ice

The ice as blocks

Onto the soul

Onto the tongue

And crushed the woman within.

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