Rain Puddles

In almost silent harmony it falls

hitting the ground in puddles,

slippery and sliding after wards

as it slows down the approaching

and offers others, like myself, a

chance to see its ending rhythms;

slow fall to free fall to fast fall

it makes no difference at all

when it pounds relentlessly upon

the surface of the ground and when

it absorbs all it can, it is channeled

away as quick as it had appeared,

the path of least resistance sideways;

not so permanent a fall as it
could have been what with all the 

parched feelings and all,

but leaves no trace as to
its origins norwhere it might just
be heading to since it snakes away
undetected and we remain high and
dry inside our suburban homes;

it falls as if impatient with the sky or

with some angel's demon up there
that might have encouraged it to
fall orif it just might have slipped
away from it all and no one cared
to see where it had fallen since
falling away from its intended;

and, we make seasonal adjustments

now that it is fall and the turning
leaves have fell, but unlike like a
tree makeno sound at all when
hitting the ground except for the
 puddles into which it might
 have fell straight away;

and, if it had, we would make
forthno  declaration of claim or
denial, save for those into
which we have stepped.

18Jul16