Walk in Rain
I like to walk out in the early rain
trudge by the houses hibernating snug
track the road-edge out to where the city ends.
Like to walk far past the traffic all alone
and hear the patter of the rainfall on my coat
taste the morning droplets on my tongue.
Like to see the rainwater play among the leaves
drip from branches onto branches onto ground
trickle through the dead leaves of the floor.
Like to run my hand along the damp oak-bark
dip my bare feet in the dirt. I like to see
raindrops oozing brook-like between my toes.
Like to walk out in the early rain.
Night Sprinkle
The trees, set back, turn dark and black
against the evening sky
and cross the way, at edge of day,
the sun calls out “good-bye”.
Now breezes form to keep us warm
throughout the coming night
and bring (in shrouds) well-hidden clouds
that enter from the right.
While one by one the night stars come
to sprinkle down their light.
They’re followed soon — yes, by the moon —
she guards us close above,
cloaks us in her moonlight grin,
and soaks us
wet with love.
theNakedAtheist 