May Rain

Red shingled roofs rise and sink, slickly buoyant with new showers. Cars drive behind cloud-skyscrapers. The park is soggy with small dogs, colorful umbrellas are set aside beside paddling pigeons. Dewdrops slide over hanging buds, while lush leaves breathe their own green aroma. By evenings tide, an amber shine, has walked us through a dripping sky, we are both empty and full, beneath the warm spill of moist thimbles. Above us, the washed-out mural of a rainbow, remains to fish in low ponds of mist. Wispy showers spray a disappearing horizon. A soft falling rain lingers between us and tomorrow, weeping’s that by the early light are rinsed away by fresh tree-dancing winds, and the bright beams of children at play.