Drop by drop, rain
burrows deep into the dark,
sluices worm burrows,
licks cleft and crevice,
bursts back into grey day light.
Brown ribbons snap,
snake round root and rock,
slither down gully and gulch,
tangle back into streams, come together
to run away downriver.
emptied clouds drift silent, spent.
The last of the silver streams unlace
from the darkening hills,
braid into final graceful bends before the sea
and slip slowly back into the turning tides.