under the eaves

swift lightning's in the corner of my eye
rain runs with haste down the slight hill
with more of it to come from the low sky

a single leaf goes floating swiftly by
the water's following the builder's will
swift lightning's in the corner of my eye

each of us moves as if we were still spry
the water flows and cannot yet stay still
with more of it to come from the low sky

smiling and waving though we're very shy
we watch the neighbours pass knowing the drill
swift lightning's in the corner of my eye

the distant hills now don't seem very high
the water's cleansing them for good or ill
with more of it to come from the low sky

rain comes as truth to wash away the lie
the momentary pain's gone in the spill
swift lightning's in the corner of my eye
with more or it to come from the low sky