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!