Somewhere someone

is sleeping

better because

it is raining—it is not raining

here but it must be

somewhere—there

the rain is a downpour

hitting hot tin roofs

the incessant thudding

a thousand sleeping pills

If not

then somewhere else

a sudden shower

east or west must be

filling up a gutter

and if not that

then it certainly must be

drizzling down

deeper south

over a canopy of trees

or even further north

where different trees

shade different people

No doubt despite

drought and dry air

it absolutely must be

raining or about to rain

somewhere

or the rain has turned

to snow or the snow

to ice and there is

a fervent wish for water

to fall and fall and overflow

where someone

whose days are long

whose nights are longer

and whose thirst

can never be quenched

is wide awake