Rain watcher

no dog walkers,

no tennis players,

no rim rattling gamers,

birds and leaf blowers have all gone silent

tires slap wet pavement,

carpets of clouds rub together,

static electric tympani rumbles overhead,

wet snare drum plays in the trees

Carol watches the Weather Channel,

I sit on our porch watching the rain,

wishing I’d cleaned the gutters

on a lazy Saturday afternoon

4-1-23