Hoariness Poems | Examples

The Art of Rain: a Windowpane Perspective

Through crisscrossed muntin, 
patterns, and panes of clear glass,
the world outside is painting itself gray,
a wet mess of monochrome.

Muted cars speed by,
reflecting a leaden sky.
Their moans and groans wash over
every rooftop, passing by.

Nature's call is heard as rain,
the plate glass her melodic conductor.
The drops, each a source of sound and light,
spruce up this dreary suburban sight.

As an onlooker, I marvel
at the hidden pulchritude of this travel.
The hoariness holds an ambition
of lingering thaumaturgy.

The texture of the windowpane,
the ancient scent of rain,
as a visitor to this scene, 
I find magic, dawning, to be divined,
Even when engirt by zones of storm.