"We thought a day and night of steady rain
           was plenty, but it's falling again, downright tiredless
           ...much like words.
           But words don't fall exactly; they hang in there
           In the heaven of language, immune to gravity
           If not to time, entering your mind
           From no direction, travelling no distance at all,
           And with rainy persistence tease from the spread earth
           So many wonderful scents..." 

Robert Mezey, 'Words'