I hear raindrops
staccato drums at my rooftop.
as raindrops fell
wafted earthy, grassy.
Aromas rose, tickled my nose...
streaks of silver
curtain off the misty hills.
sheets of gray bounce a rebound spray.
to taste the rain...
cold and clean, spattering.
Driving, falling, quenching, drenching.
drum on my skin,
then stick my shirt to me.
Pull at my pants-- to slump at the knee.
first published in Nomad’s Choir
also published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook
©2002 Bonnie Manion