Rain (Original Poem)

palm branches whisper to each other that rain is coming

gray clouds scuttle across a white sky

the crisscross of raindrops drown out the distant tumult of the shoreline

little drops of rainwater assemble along the edge of the balcony like lemmings in a cliff waiting for the first to jump

the smell of hot dogs on hot metal wanders through air thick with the smell of smokers sheltering from the downpour

invisible spiders weave watery gossamer from an out-of-focus sky

the horizon disappears behind a curtain of white

raincoats cling anxiously for fear of the boisterous rain

the flag drips cold tears onto a soggy thatch canopy

clouds pile and parade by in clusters of cotton against pale blue silk

look! it’s almost sunny again


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