Dervish

A still blue pool

I could see its floor

And then it started to rain

little pregnant drops

that delivered ripples

when they met with the surface

A brisk breeze blew

carried the ripples far

Furiously falling rain

the still blue

became a whirlpool -

The dance of Shiva

And then

just as suddenly as it had begun

the rain died

took a minute

for the heaving pool

to calm down

I could see the bottom again.