Written in the Book of Rain,
with a specimen of clouds,
a common quill feather
whiter than the teeth of
voyaging sharks,
fluttering from the seventh chamber,
scribbles this short prophecyꓽ
IT SHALL RAIN.

And when it rains,
acrid consternations shall be interred
with dreaded bones in these prodigal burrows,
and the prophecy of the rain,
chronicled this day,
shall become native.