And it rained... for 4 years on end

Where do the birds go when it starts raining?
Do they hide in some secret place?
Warm and Cozy, or do they
Simply dissolve... like the minerals of the earth
Only to gather again when the sun show its face?
For i never see birds when it rains...

Where does the sun go when it starts raining?
Does it shed jeweled tears alongside its brother?
Cool and bright, or does it
Fall... silently, impotently to the earth
In the form of a naked bird, or some other?
For i never see the sun when it rains...

Where do we go when it starts raining?
Do we fun to envolope each in our breasts?
Silent yet aware, or do we
Simply stand apart, drenched, like the twelve apostles
Naked in the earth, silently falling into rest?
I hope not,
. . . . . .For I want to see us, still, when it rains...