Summer in Montana, Pt. 4

If rains are that which cleansing metaphors inspire

Then summer rains in Montana are ultimate clean, the Messiah.

Their nature is to wash away heat and passions' sweat,

and to the sins of envy, avarice and wrath abet.

For I've no cause to covet neighboring pools

Or grow cross with Helios, once baptized cool,

But Savior Interruptus renders one of faith a fool,

As clouds race by, by a meddling west wind pulled.

The rain rolls by, with not a drop unspooled.