The storm of all innocence

 we watched the rain together from the awning
Looking out over the garden and from where the creek ran
where it usually dove into a narrow ditch and out of the property
it had burst over and back into the yard running over the lawn into the backyard

The clean transparency of it allowed one to see the green blades underneath
The butler said it had never done that before running across the lawn
From the awning we checked off our cause speculations
Fascinated by the straight clear flow of the the water

That valuable resource in such abundance
accumulating out of the storm and escaping across the land
beautifully pure like innocence leaving us in dry dust
Fluid and overflowing then gone by midsummer

by adolescence
washing itself away
gushing rapids idyllic exit
Our own transparency no longer flowing

convenient words
etiquette and interest

I said if only I could hold it
direct it all into a lake
my butler asked me
If I had ever felt such thirst