No escape no fooling. 
Rain is a collective that takes singular form.  
Replacement rain falls on rain, a term of art.  
 
The pace is noncommittal; a global officialdom germinates apart.  
 
We don’t follow Jesus or Yaweh, except chronologically;  
The topic thread is I’m a friend of theirs, barely.  
Rain! I feel sick yelling frequent amens.  
I do my best and worst in the future and still get rained on  
when I start to step after them.