A Rainy Day

rain drops splatter everywhere
on leaves of tress,
on blades of grass,
on pedals of flowers,
pounding relentlessly like
some rapid fire obsession;
filling the valleys with
tiny rivers flowing downhill,
seemingly with a purpose
but moving because it has to
towards a patch of dense trees;

rain drops bounce off a wooden
deck hitting others as they fall,
not caring in which direction they
must move but are redirected all the same;
rain drops pellet the gradual rising waters
of an above ground pool with
indiscriminate earnestness diluting
the chlorine from the year before as
it adds more color to its clearness;
cool winds blow in from the southwest,
tree tops bend in corresponding rhythms,

the rain subsides as the clouds
track east towards the coast knowing
they will never arrive as formidable
as when they left these lowlands;
sounds of rain drop collisions diminish
birds begin to chatter aimlessly
checking on their family members,
and the sounds of our morning silence
tries to mute a barking dog's loneliness;
a more gentle rain now plummets
to the ground in quiet whispers of strength

as if it were dessert for an evening meal,
allowing the blades of grass to reclaim their dignity;
barely audible is the rain now
as it falls through the air,
leaving no wake in its path
towards a water-soaked ground
and the dark colors of its passage
will remain until the sun decides
we have had enough for today
and gives us back our normal.

19 May 2020