From the novel Ithakas (IV)
The rain falls patiently. It descends like a flock of drunken birds, charges boldly and forcefully, returns home, to the earth, deep below, to flood, to smother, to fertilize. It gurgles in gutters, drains, cracks, breaks into cavities, grooves, holes, hollows, conquers cobblestones, streets, sidewalks, flows into trenches and pipes, into ears and throats, pours … Read more