Spring Shower

Listen to the downpour drumming
on the porch roof.
See the rain!
Rivulets,
then rivers running
‘round the curb into the drain.

Shiny asphalt,
washed with buckets,
thorough cleansing,
one, two, three.
See that blue patch framed by storm clouds?
Sun pours diamonds through the tree.

Wind is slapping,
wildly rapping
dripping branches one on one.
Drops are flying,
fiercely vying
for a flight into the sun.

Ute Kaboolian