The first drops splat
on the pavement, car windows
like egg on a suit.
People fold into doorways
earwigs into corrugations.
Clouds have fulfilled
meteorological prophecy.
The day is half empty.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to Rain

  1. danae McC says:

    Yes, this says it perfectly, the egg, the earwigs, the semi-emptiness. Perhaps a typo – corrugation?

    Reading the daily poems again is a pleasure akin to seeing the autumn crocus.

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