So came the rain, so came the darkness.

sodden fields, drizzle-christened in a patter,
beneath spectral winds, rolling clouds
bumbling like unused thoughts aloud by
hermits in hollow keeps of lonely cold stone.

and so came the darkness as a dire shawl,
deep as a bruise, silencing crows, roused
curs and cattle, eager rain, a veil, as spittle,
wild rivers, brittle banks; swollen, earthen,

crippling and aghast like restless ghosts,
onwards to dawn, immortal, pitch and bare.