
through a window:
first ripples of a Spring rain
seen on a pond.

through a window:
first ripples of a Spring rain
seen on a pond.

Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.

Spring rains stalk up
behind a bald mountain;
a brown flood flows.
There was a sweet girl from the Netherlands
who worried the hard rains might never end.
When street became moat,
She traded bike for boat.
At canal-surfing she became a veteran.

Spring rain for days:
grass is green & thick;
the mud, soft & thin.