October Rains

Rain slipped in sliding on the din just passed dark came midnight sparks before the light of morning sun, spits and spats, tips and taps, lulls and dulls, sputtered mutters culls, on the shutters closed, clammy, dank, and damp, click-clack, stamped, pitter-patter tones, on the walk path stones; soft and harsh, wind blowing scowls along the tarps glistening glows misting the grassy rows, October doom looms, harvests wells consumed rain falls as autumn calls.