I'm hearing the rain move the way that a lover

I'm hearing the rain move the way that a lover
moves her breath over bare skin. It's the weather

that is a music over me, I am the mover
of spirit, translator of traveling water

above canals and pastures. The birds move over
the mirrored sky in the water, the cows sitting

under the trees are quiet. We forget the other
within ourselves, the awful and evil residing

within the Kingdom we are. Remember the giver
of oceans and squalls, the giver of broad blue sky

and the girl moving in waves, remember the fever
she moves through bodies. I am hearing above

and about my self a moist and beautiful lover.