What if

What if it rained for ever?
What if always in the quiet the drops falling fast
Were a constant gentle hiss
And one day the hiss were drowned itself
By the hushing rush of a torrent
In the dark, or half dark
Of the rain-cloud day
And all that water, and all that power,
And unstoppable direction to a somewhere,
An outpouring,
And at last a rest.
What if the rain pricked a vast, unending stretch of water
That iron clouds made greyer still,
And nowhere anything but water,
And again the gentle sound of rain, only the rain,
Nothing to drown out, water on water.