The rain fell,
got up,
and fell again,
all through the summer night.
A spurious wind sailed around the needles
of an ancient saguaro, swirling
into eddies of minuscule chaos.
Down came the water,
from the sky,
from the ground,
and every homeless man
and every homeless woman
was baptized with the elemental saliva.
One man,
one woman,
dripping rain,
fell against the clustered needles,
blown by a spurious wind,
and bled the blood of their home
onto alien soil.