image © newtopwallpapers.com Rain Drops Falling
Bullets bouncing, rowdy, on the path,
splashing down in shining glassy sheets.
Reflections answer, grey, from moving wrinkles,
demonstrate the power of the storm.
Grass responds with vigorous upward growth –
fodder for beast converts to food for man.
written in a oner early yesterday morning, looking out of my bedroom window, and posted at dVerse poets’ pub for Open Link Night.