Rain Poem by Kevin Patrick

Gray clouds capsized under the mornings shore
Inscribing the day with caliginous squall
Then, rain wrote itself into the plot
Splashing over gabled rooftops
With liquid penned graffiti
Stenciled out in rapid flows
Seasoned trees were shelled
with amoeba cobalt pearls
Window pangs grew beads
Of molten sapphire swirls
And the driveway became a pond
Or a miniature lake
Where the exodus for insects
Became slightly delayed
And when the rain passed
It left asphalt tattooed
With the soot of waters corpse
Aerating remains of stratospheric dew
And I poured with ennui watched the window
Condensate the day in a washed-out way
To a memory of boredom
Which is why I wrote this poem