The diagonal
rain
Is the Utah
springtime wind
Cleaning off
the yellow-green
As life begins
again
Washing down
the flowers
It's too warm
to freeze
Stirring up
the butterflies
And chasing
home the bees
This waterfall
of liquid sand
That wears
upon my house
Can be felt
before it's smelt
It's a feeling
in my mouth
As if the air
were heavier
Before it starts
to pour
My voice instinctively
announces the fact,
"I think
it will rain some more"