This relentless rain,
each drop falling singly,
distinct, nameable, yet
still, a piece of the deluge
in suspended syncopation.
Imagine, the beat
of a hummingbird's heart -
    a gale of whispers,
the sound of April -
    petals spreading,
trees arranging themselves -
    a jigsaw landscape,
each piece a single whole,
presenting itself to the mind,
that most persistent of manias,
as if to say, "Take me."