Today is a veritable catalogue of rains:

the relentless washing rain;
the sudden faucet rain;
the don’t-answer-the-phone rain,
drowsing;

the tree-derived drops;
the sad sloppy drivel
of the overflowing gutter;

the rains of my childhood;
the rains of last April;

the is-it-raining? rain;
the gray verticality of a shock
downpour, splenetic;

the smeary window panes,
pleasant;

rain from a clear blue sky,
the devil beating his wife;
now where did I learn
to say such a thing?;

the fluidity of states;

the phase changes;
and the passing moods;

but the incessancy.