Pink clouds rolling and tumbling
Among grey and white ones,
two sea-blue holes passing
even as the first drops land
and thunder rolls over
the houses on the ridge.
Trees open themselves, eagerly awaiting
the rain. A dog and a child cower
in two of the houses but
a woman dances on a wet lawn
an old man in a small cabin
atop the knoll sits on the porch
welcoming the rain
and drinking the thunder-scented wind.
The Author
