the rain was like fingers
and fingers like drums
in the night and alive
and alive and still young

and the rain was so gentle
and gentle was rough
when the looking and wanting
stopped being enough

the rain was like lightning
when the bottles grew dry
and it stopped being frightening
and we stopped asking why

the rain made her skin cold
her skin was like earth
they turned me to mud
and they gave me some worth

the rain was like hearbeats
stumbled drunk though french doors
up stairways like treetrunks
bitten fruit to our cores

the rain knew our weakness
gave us thirst to end hurt
and the thirst gave us courage
to learn or desert

and the rain was our friendship
in a wet august world
in the hands of the worthy
lost boys and found girls

oh, that rain felt like fingers
and fingers from new
from another dimension
coloured brave black and blue

that rain felt like fingers
and fingers like drums
beating always to endings
but the night was so young