The first trickle is etched in folkloric memory
may have come with a hardy, uncontrollable laugh
some say it came out of tremendous sadness
when the skies, upheld by a female's arched body,
whose arms and legs supported the heavenly vault
opened and rain, like tears began to fall...
The first trickle felt so subtle...
then as discontent mounted in the valleys below,
select valley women climbed the nearest summit,
joined the arched goddess in her lament
and weeped openly...
The first act of jealousy between brothers
magnified itself on grander scales
these were their men they cried for...
The first trickle became then an announcement.
Inhabitants would know of future jealous acts
cause the rain would fall, at first as tears
and rush down as daggers..then clear sheets
created torrents from dry river basins
widened their banks and deepened their beds...
the women on the crests chose to weep instead.
[This message has been edited by ecrivan (06-25-2003 01:45 AM).]