The rain stains almost everything darker.
Somehow, leaves seem to get brighter,
as wood and pine straw are slowly dampened.
Rain makes the sky darker too,
and it is the most wonderful privilege
to stay in bed a few extra minutes,
as shadows of morning blend with
the grey lining of sky. The metal roof
slanting below my screen-less window
magnifies the sound of fat drops of water
sliding off the shingles above me. It is cool for April,
but we sometimes have the biggest snows in spring.
The trees outside are very tolerant of rain,
if you look closely, an occasional leaf will flutter
from the weight of water. My window is cracked open,
so that if I want to, I can stick my hand out,
and catch a few drops in the wrinkles of my palm.
I wouldn’t suck the water, it came from the roof
and who knows what happens up there?
Perhaps it is a midnight meeting place for owls.
It isn’t impossible, you know, not impossible at all.