Rain

I listened for the rain, it emerged slowly now and again from a crepuscular caliginus sky, the tenebrous mist that trickled down lightly in the by and by as if they were drops of salted tears shed by an unseen entity's fears; it was the dream that seemed far away to hover throughout the day with scattered light cool breezes beating and flushing the tree leaves into the eaves, spitting, spewing, snaking, swirling for all to see stretching just above the distant canopies; for once the weather predictions were spot on, it remained overhead for three days within the briar each day more intense than the prior, no reprieves as it fell west to east and cycled back again from the ocean to land to feast on shorelines, forests and homes as if a wild, relentless beast; the drops were big and cold chilled by some northeast winter's scold quiet then loud drumming on every roof, streams and puddles formed aloof into places where footsteps once abound, the earthy musk odors rising from the ground, now the lush grass rolled over patted down the pelted clover bowing in submission to the stormy drover; I heard its' tumultuous cry rocking, pitching while on the fly without a whisper or a word before it died, I heard it, the rain sighed.