Rain, soft as dew
Bringing clouds to earth
Filling creek beds anew
Hoofbeats of rain
That break branches from trees
Wreaking havoc with traffic
Troubles come in threes
Heavy gray clouds
Lighten as they give way to mist
That become ghost masses
Suspended over water
Filling all space between peak and schist
© Sept. 10, 2015 by Aleta Kay
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