Rain

The rain drops on the cold gray stone
And gathers in its depressions
Reflecting me in it alone
As I gather in impressions.


* * *


It is the kind of rain that lets you know
That summer has passed though the winter's snow
Is still in no way near.

So I will stand and listen to the leaves


* * *


The Autumn rain whispers 
That summer now is gone
And somewhere cold wind stirs
To bring the winter on.

Michael Bahm

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