Rainstorm

//rainstorm

Rainstorm
(c) by Elizabeth Southwood 1998

I can’t see down our hill today.
Silver rain is clouding the air.
The wind bends trees. They seem to pray.
Moving waters murmur, whisper.

Silver rain is clouding the air.
Roses, filled with rainwater, drip.
Moving waters murmur, whisper.
We are caught in El Nino's grip.

Roses, filled with rainwater, drip.
The sound of splashing rain drums on.
We are caught in El Nino's grip.
Smoke-gray clouds are drenching our lawn.

The sound of splashing rain drums on.
Water slides down, glossing the eaves.
Smoke-gray clouds are drenching our lawn.
Flowing rainwater clumps blown leaves.

Water slides down, glossing the eaves.
The wind bends trees. They seem to pray.
Flowing rainwater clumps blown leaves.
I can’t see down our hill today.