[Written April 20, 2011]
I could sit and watch the rain for hours,
cascading through these April showers–
lightning strikes of Thor’s creation
providing their illumination.
The moonlit night lies tucked away
behind the clouds awaiting day.
Cars drive by, their wipers flashing,
through inches-deep puddles splashing.
Girls shriek and scamper ‘cross the street
ruing their dampened clothes and feet;
umbrellas weakened by the gale,
their spines broken in its assail.