Rain

Dark spots on asphalt
Traces of an overnight storm
The city slept through

Rain Walk

into the gentle rain
the mist a delicate veil
the world seems a slow heartbeat
sending rhythmic indolence
to my marching toes

Magnolias in Mid-April

beaten by a week’s harsh rain
magnolia blossoms
wither and brown
while budding green leaves
make their attempts
at succor

The City at 2AM

at last, the lashing rain abates
the howling wind creeps away
tail between its legs
and in the distance
a truck treads and parts slow
puddles in urban lullaby
windows fogged, and silent

Mirrors

raindrops cleanse
on a cloudy day
I forsake my reflection
and see farther

Cloudy with a chance of rain

today, all is in suspense
the deserted streets
and the pregnant clouds
hushed and unwilling
to allow the pitter-patter
of rain

Shelter

Little leaf upon the tree
I spy you from my window
and sigh to think of the rain
which runs so easily
over your veins
while I must take shelter.

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A Farmer’s Rain Dance

Though I strive and turn the wheel
to mill my sparse grain,
I covet the parched land,
avidly seeking, vain.
In every revolution
I hope for difference and not of same;
I beg God for the life-giving
weeping, changing rain.

A favorable precipitation

Snow flurries while I walk
but rain as I peer out
the window

In the morning
dry pavement

And not a trace
of either

Rainy Eve

Wet Christmas Eve
unlike any other
dour day
is one of relief

No snow to impede
the trek and sojourn
to long missed family