Rain in Eden

Rain in Eden

It might have been a joy
The first time rain fell.
Instead a terror
Gripped the two hearts
As the landscape was masked.

Under storm cloud,
Through bending light,
With the skewing lenses
Of a haze of a multitude
Of droplets, light cracked

And a voice thundered,
Where are you, Adam?

Knowing not
Where he was,
He took to hiding
And hid his flesh,
Blind to rains possibilities,

The man was certain, only
And for a first cold
Horrified moment in time,
Of a less than good,
But he could not yet see the consequence

That what was less was him.

That who he’d lost was–