On the children,
rain falls like jewels.
They drink each drop,
hands whipping wet snakes,
fingers clutching claws.
Dry has been the month—
Such things come once in a while,
and leave very soon.
Drink now, children—Drink!
Soak the beads into the folds,
into the creases of your lips.
This is the hour!
This is!
This.