Autumn Rain
By Elece Hollis
Rain trembles from the eaves,
Slow and so so slatternly,
Spatting like chinaberries falling at midnight,
Then drip-dripping like a leaky faucet.
Rain stutters as a breeze passes,
Stop and go, staccato beat,
Tedious, tired as a poor typist tripping,
Taping, pausing to seek a shifty letter.
Rain pours! Rain roars
From the gutters. Roiling, Rushing!
Splashing! Crashing! Racing like wild maddened mustangs,
Across the wide and wind-tossed prairie.
Wow… that's beautifly Eleese… you are such a good writer.
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