Rain

Morning rain

rattles in gutters and drains,

washes the street,

pushes tired leaves from limbs,

resuscitates thirsty moss.

Somewhere offshore

a hurricane spins,

spawns riptides,

pulls sand from beaches,

keeps disappointed tourists inside.

The forecast says

the storm will miss us.

But other storms

more dangerous than this

gather out where we can’t see.

While in my yard

birds sing songs

in celebration of rain.

9-26-25