We turn over this guest-starring post to Marshall Davidson, who penned this brilliant prose during a rainstorm after his Guatemalan caving experience.

Precipitation

Grip gringo grime
Mist substance lime
In storm I drove
Constructed cave’s cove
Ran through hemoglobin stream
Shined eyes gleam
Provide life essential coal
Choked breath of submarine soul
Prefer mother’s purity
But mettle in men’s absurdity
Slipped off Niagara’s brow
Combined with leaf for Chairman Mao
Stagnated in Depression lows
Absent in Dust Bowl woes
On shores hosted Macbeth
Baptized King of Nazareth
Swatted Athenian Gadfly
Consumed PT-109
Transformed youth into blood filled puddles
When differences proved beyond subtle
Persian and Greek at Marathon
In abundance at Manhattan’s prom
When destruction given break
Fertility in possibility’s rake
When Mahatma ordered crown to halt
Joined Satyagraha in release of salt
Current of August ’63 blitz
Flooded lungs of Auschwitz
Powered revolution of steam
Rest in nostalgic dream
Consecrated Assisi’s glass
Desecrated Romero’s Mass
In Pompeii, motioned civilization’s abort
In Venice, allowed its transport
Fueled Luftwaffe’s Guernica hush
Joined hues with Picasso’s brush
In rivers, cleansed human failing
Left at center of heart’s ailing
As
Liquid, solid, gas
In hydrological pass...
Just a drop
Not an actor
But a prop