Misty Skirts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out a hospital window once again, watching rain
gathering it's misty skirts around the city, covering
it with mystical proportions.

They seem to be coming from somewhere over earth's
horizon, scattering raindrops over earth's surface,
touching it with torrents of rain, pouring down.

Seeming not to notice or even see the devastation and
flooding it's causing for so many people who are just
trying to live their lives from one day to the next.

A magical sort of glory mixed with an apprehension of
life being taken away from some here on earth, yet at
the same time nourishing nature.

Giving life-saving water to wildlife that depends on
the rain for sustenance, along with humanity needing
drinking water to survive also.