When it Rains

It rained on me all night. The water poured down around me, running off the leaves, down the trunks. It made rivers among the sprouting grass and ran around my body. It flowed in where my body left an indent in the soil as if I were a black hole drawing all toward me in the midst of space. The water ran and covered me. It seeped into my veins and though my bark. It pulled the salt from my veins until they were clean, and washed it away to the sea.