Prat falling,
& rising again & again
–Rain pours everything into its patter
Weather acapella on dark stage,
or in concert w thunder & lightning
–front row, center–
Rain doesn’t hold back
. . .
from drizzle to
downpour,
Rain renews
–on the DL for future flowers
–in your face for fresh-washed car, and
d’raining though it is
Rain bows
when its through
sky-written reminder
of nascent bloom
Snow drifts, though
–clingy at first
when you brush snow off,
Snow gives you the cold shoulder
–back
& breath–
chilling all spoken
–Snow permeates
puffs out clouds that snuck inside–
Snow’s got game
.
.
.
men,
fort,
& balls
–sometimes, balls–
(when it gives a sleet)
snow
–throws down
Sun’s more industrious
at day’s end
Sun sets-
-up for the morning.
(Croissant moon
w black cosmos)
Sun sweeps stray rays
under cloud rugs,
Sun paints them.
Lines them.
Fluffs them.
Sun fusses over clouds
so much
clouds disappear
–for some quiet time–
when they see Sun coming, &
conspiratorially,
Sun winks
–as it clocks out
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