JWG's Grand Hodgepodge — Rainy Days (a poem)

102. Rainy Days

Rainy Days
Bring atmosphere to sustenance we need.
Survival is wet.

Under cloud cover,
When shadows are not quite as apparent,
Water sheens like quicksilver.

Droplets mirror the dark days.
Refractions split into liquid streaming.
Puddles reveal footsteps in the dirt.

Listening to the hypnotic raindrops,
Occasional thunder jolts the eardrums.
The wind picks up and a deluge approaches.

Water replaces the air.
The atmosphere is a stormy ocean.
It makes no sense to walk in the rain.

Watch the brave Flowers.
Their finery has been taught to survive.
We’ve been taught to take cover.

Chickadees
Have a dry home under the patio.
We all watch the rain.