RAIN
Along the branches, where the dormant buds offer promises
of spring to come, the cascading raindrops hang like jewels on a chain
reflecting the cobalt patches of a sanguine sky. A blackbird
shakes its wings and droplets fly like sparklets, arcing and gently
falling into the moving waters below. In the village the pattering of raindrops
play pianissimo on the window panes of the empty houses.
River banks broken
Winter floods across the land;
Homeless villagers.