A wash of rain
Lends its peculiar light
To the animated clouds.

Dampness lies on porch boards,
Entering bare wood
Where the paint has curled its edges.

Looking on the soaked trees
That stand unmoved and drenched,
I am surprised by such casual wetness.

One raindrop curves
Against the sky
Like parted lips.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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