The first rain of the season

Is but a brief drizzle

A few drops that splash

And splatter

On the dusty concrete

But the winds blow

The gray clouds burdened

With fresh air

That smells of rain

The distant thunder

Tells of things to come

We waken slowly

to a wet cold world

The sound of rain drops

Splashing upon the deck

As we open the curtains

To a full window

Overcast skies sullen

Dressed in light gray

The dew laden grass

Green in the shadows

Of the low rain clouds

And low somber mists

Peace reigns this morning

As distant cars glide

Washing through the gutters

The Great Wall Revisited

Trails in the Snow

1991-1993