by T S Campbell

Created on: February 01, 2009

The Study Of Rain

The gray-blue sky slowly becomes

predominately gray.

The wind, like a knife, comes sweeping down

to cut the sticky closeness of the air.

At once, the clouds rumbleandcollide.

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I run outside under the shelter

of the porch

to watch nature's most facinating phenomenon.

The leaves on the trees are

mercilessly beaten by the drops...

yet I never see an in tation on them.

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I step out to feel the refreshing coolness

of heaven's minute tears

and watch one land on my sleeve.

Suddenly the bead of water is a

wet spot

slowly reaching out, e x p a n d i n g

spreading up my arm

making a wet sponge

of the once dry material.

Looking down, I realize that raindrops

like so many people, form cliques.

They split into

little groups

forming individual rivers down the driveway

eventually to merge in

the puddle at the bottom of the driveway.

The splashing INTENSITY of the drops

diminishes

ceases.

The tree trunks have

become black.

The leaves, a richer green

The air is easier to breathe,

and fills my lungs with its sweetness.

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