This rain is my body; this rain runs down the window and down the waterspouts; this rain fills the gutters and covers over the city; this rain touches every part of the city and wets the entire city and makes contact with the whole of the city; this rain is my body and self; this rain is I. For the storm blows and blows the waters, and I am the waters; and the waters wash over the city, and cover over the city, and I am the waters that blow through the city and wet the whole of the city.