Rain Parade


The rain parade has just begun...

Opening notes from the piccolos
Splatter on the blackbirds' wings,
Summoning them to struggle home.

When the bass drum beats
And the brass joins in, the streets
Are awash in sound.

We plant our feet in the biggest
Puddles, soaking up the satisfying
Splash that sloshes on our boots.

Patches of reflected sky
Dot the sidewalks, decorated
With rain-chased leaves.

Walking along, we can look down
And see a bit of heaven on the ground.

The string section brings the storm
To a close, leaving in its wake
A swept-clean scent that stirs
Our hunger for another breath.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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