Rain eclipsing moods somber hesitating
briefly to allow filtered sun to
touch window panes, rooftops
steaming as though hiding a
cooked meal desired until the
smell of baked asphalt drifts by
before the rain drops begin
again lightly, then teeming
unceasing…then as quickly
ceases, the sun allowing a
flower to bloomĀ Ā Ā
Ā© April 2011 ReneeĀ Espriu




