In the quiet of the afternoon

The rain in a steady thrum

Cleans the air

That little bird songs fill

 

And darker than that morning’s sun

Grows the day

And wetter still, the lawn grows,

The greening of the grass begins

 

A ticking clock merges

With the silver sound of wind chimes.

Rain makes me sleepy

And cars splash by.

 

In the quiet of the afternoon

The curtains lift in the breeze

And soft green smells

Find me napping.

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

© April 15, 2017