The rain is pounding away at the rusty eves Twirling, sliding bubbling foam well that's rain.

You too, and I should walk now as free as that on cloud, on air, the medow and the vapour roads.

Move around up there and here below like this liquid thing flowing into human life on rooftops and on shoes.

I read this poem in a study break and found it to be so beautiful that I had to write it down, the way he describes rain as this liquid thing that flows into human lives... beautiful!