Days and Days of Rain

the fist, cottony-black clung madly to the revelation of blue sky, similar to the wizard of oz faking it behind the curtain days and days of rain — waterlogged puddles hypodermis of bark exposed looking like a tortured dog the woods haggard and gray the sentila-sun reveals a backroads lake yet perhaps on further study it is a road, so slick and wet the ting-a-ling of a wayward chime perhaps a summons to the deck the windows blink their eyes washed clean i throw my cerulean raincoat to the side “Hurray!” 1/4/2019