Rain
I sat in my car that day waiting for the rain to lighten just a little before rushing into my Toastmasters meeting. Watching people hurry from the building, their umbrellas barely holding up to the downpour, I noticed what a heavy rainfall does and imagined the rest. Some images stay with us a while. Finally, it rains A cloud bursts its liquid load large drops pat a pat on my car roof splat and slide down the windshield slope where dutiful wipers whisk them away to bounce off window ledges dance on the hood a car wash without the suds rain runs … a stream against the curb and parched earth slurps up long-awaited moisture Carolyn Wilker Tower Poetry Summer Edition 2006 Vol. 55 No. 1