Below is a poem by Chris Kornman (me)
(reprinted here by permission – (c)2009)

Rain, the rain
clatters
but cannot wake sleepers
from their shells

They dream in cycles
canaries
flying furiously
in cyclones
between the grinding gears

humming rhythmically
sooths the scorching flame
catalyst of change

Change
(lucidity) beats back
from inside the drum (dream)

and cracks each sun in half
before your morning cup