Yellow Sky Rain - poem

Drops of rain hung
from nearly every faded leaf
still clinging to the amber trees,
sun rays pierced them into elegant crystals
outside my old window,
as thunder echoed its predecessor,
I in my black chair watching
as it poured from the sky.

Steady, lilting rain graced the day
for those who wanted it,
for those who could not forget
the terrible drought.


A bit of fluff from my afternoon.