RAINSHOWER
RAINSHOWER
The wind blows clouds like tumbleweeds
Across the sky
And hissing raindrops moisten sun-bleached bones
chapped and dry.
Plink, plop
Plak, pliss
Wood, sand
And brush are hit.
Missiles to diamonds
Diamonds to pearls
Sit and glisten
Run and swirl.
Crisp like foil
Fresh like moss
The land smells sweet
It’s heat now lost.
The mist is heavy
The ground is wet
Cascading down
The rain is sent.
(C) RLMcCormick
