It larked in the puddle of its many names

Rainfall:

Although they are shaped like a parachute

                          thanks to the air pressure beneath them

raindrops                     explode on landing.

Then the sun bears down again

             fitting his monocle into his eye.

             The glass flashes and burns.

                          The rain sweats

and evaporates into the ocean of its air.

             The ocean continues on its way

                          continually overflowing here and there

in quick little splashes

             or reckless floods and drenching.

It is delicate or brutal.

It is blue sometimes              and sometimes gray.

Sometimes it falls on bare rocks

             at others                     it raises

                          large forests of leafing trees.

Andrew Motion.