I was trying to remember the part of Frost’s Onset that I can’t ever seem to remember and it wasn’t going well yesterday, in the car. This came out instead. I’m still rolling it around and tweaking but here’s the current form:
Most of the time
the rain is just rain.
The lightning and thunder
make us smaller,
then leave us to our dreams
leave us to the darkness.
The clouds do not stay.
The clouds do not stay
and the rain drags her veil
over the nearby ridge.
Not a bad outing – coffee and talk with friends, a bit of distant storm, a double rainbow and some writing. (It was more like frantic scribbling in the back of the pad of gridded paper as soon as the car stopped. As long as it’s legible it’s all good.)
