By: Joshua Sinel That rain Over there Coming in Will march With tiny feet In soldier rows Clamoring and crowding Pushing and rolling Knees over knees Tiny little diamond feet Tap-tap-tapping bending blades moving along singing the secret soldiers’ song To stop for a moment the rock of rocking chairs on broken floors beyond repair the back and forth the tit-for-tat and all the endless this and that Joshua has had stories published in Quarterly West, Sequoia, the anthology Ame