pearl-like rain
glosses the vista  
slip-sliding 
gleaming plops 
borne by handmaidens of wind 
gushing into brooks
spilling the
leas, meads, and meadows 
bubbling bright 
crystal fine
tinkling, cruising the zephyr
spate of rhythmic rush 
a pouring 
from a sky so vast 
flimsy clouds 
come down fast 
dribbling, drenching, drip dropping 
gossamer droplets tap. 


# shadorma