Dropping

We racked up an hour or so of sunlight this afternoon. Broken clouds edged blue meads where the sun would briefly graze only to be lost again in gray thickets. The pavement nearly dried, but beads of water clung to grass blades and glittered each time the sun emerged. Night crept through canyons, then welled up to drown the fields and forests as the sky's glow faded. The cloud ranks closed, and slow rain resumed. Now I think of the hidden stars and feel deprived, no matter how many transient constellations the raindrops suggest to my ear.


( Sunday Verse )