Summers end brings
Rain here streets
Slick slither and
Shush as car
Tires roll sounding
Like nannies at
Bedtime heavy grey
Clouds pass like
Soupy sponges overhead
Dripping and scrubbing
The sky all
Is quiet except
For the lone
Barking wet dog
All else is
Green and damp
Except for me
I am dry
And warm like
A piece of
Toast awaiting the
Butter of sunshine
