Rain Poem by mike ruthenbeck

Grey-scale droplets in my clouded vision
Overcastted and so micromanaged
Parking lot puddles prancing precision
Holding entry foyer so advantaged
Window fogging with great exhalation
Virion imprint nose shaped on wet pane
Such indoor stagnation affectation
Fogging over view of city terrain
Streaking steeply globs of moisture gaining
Crescendo movement on Front Street sweeping
Glisten pavement in harmony straining
For sky to love me so as to weeping
Clearing dusty lanes of every walking
In rivulet'd splashes careening
Puddles growing now with interlocking
Earth and sky in orbit now convening
Does so the rain force hand to stay indoor
And so forces into poetic chore.