Ghazal for Rain
The hint of graying skies some disdain;
they shun the advancing sheet of rain.
I would linger slowly in the lane
to smell the acrid air advanced by rain.
Dominant the flood spreads its domain
over shingled walls rippling with rain.
Harkening to storm - the horses' manes,
bodies quiver, shimmer, streaked with rain.
Slow, stolid, blue and gray a heron
perches unperturbed by sizzling rain.
The wretched wind reels and twists the vane,
flies south west north east to meet the rain.
Rending foundations sandbagged in vain,
churning earth to splashing mud, this rain.
Hail riddles the roof drums a refrain
shivering windows shed tears of rain.
Soft, the breath of earth, mist, marks the wane
rises to herald the ending rain.
I would linger longer where I've strayed,
ashore on this isle awash with rain.
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