{I just love the rain...}

Patterns

I saw patterns in the rain

the whispering breeze

that precedes,

circulates and teases

spinning tufts of

grass and weed

in a stillness, needing

to be set free

They appear

at first, scattered

occasional raindrops

laid down as

inked fingerprints

on the sidewalk

ambassadors

for their brethren

to follow

From darkened daggers

in the sky

rumblings of

an awakened atmosphere

provide a bass line

for the hypnotic,

melodic wind

I feel them now

glistening drops

of evaporated

tributaries

plummeting from

the mid-day

darkness above

soaking into my

uncovered scalp

down my cheek

into my soul

07/07/16