Wet

Rain fell straight and, where it pooled and drowned the straggling edge of the lawn, drops made patterns as they pierced the brown shine of it. All the windless afternoon their splashing shivered the air, and grey light rippled the unsteady ponded surface. Dusk brought a lowering of the clouds and a rising breeze. Drifting vapors found beams the porch lights sent to make the raindrops glitter, so fog-drifts and bright streaks revealed the air's restless motion. Gust-caught drops drummed windows and walls, while downspouts gurgled the roof's waters into streams the darkness swallowed. The whole night will be like this, with any luck, and tomorrow even more. Welcome, rain.

( Sunday Verse )