Today: (poetry)

It was raining at daybreak and rained until bedtime.

It was a rain of many moods;

but it was one rain

that fell straight down

beating the ground like a manic drummer

sometimes capriciously careening sideways

and turning to hail… before

pausing and drumming again

until the sky briefly emptied

leaving a double rainbow.

I dashed out to spread sunflower seed on the ground

and rushed back inside

before the drumming resumed

and the doves arrived…

I knew they were coming,

they come rain and shine.   

©

David H. Roche

2018