distant thunder
the dog’s toenails click
against the linoleum

freezing rain
the cafe crooner slips 
out of tune

September rain 
hoping his nap
will last the chapter

rain settles 
some of the pollen 
some of the plans

gathering light
at the tip of the acorn
yesterday’s rain

rainy morning . . .
the wife showering 
abuses on her husband

the thrum
of a dying cat’s purr . . .
soft rain begins

a different pitch
from room to room
summer rain

drenching rain
I restore myself
to factory settings

the comfort of morning rain aching with experience

the rain
almost a friend
this funeral

quiet again
paper boats brim with
yesterday’s rain

all-day rain—
I rub olive oil
into the butcher block

smell of rain
a hummingbird stirs
the stillness

night rain—
the small serrated song 
of a frog

deafening rain
we talk of the dead 
in whispers

The many notes
of the falling rain,
all in tune.

rain on furrows— 
a seagull lowers 
the sky

sharing an umbrella 
your wet left shoulder
my right one

rainy morning her baby’s kicking slows

warm sheets of rain
the old dog trembles
not knowing

a car passes
and the house realigns itself
in the puddle

spring rain
saturates the ground 
school shootings

steady rain
a goose opens a wing
for her young

biopsy...
the nurse’s voice turns 
into rain

soft rain
a plum tree
in its third trimester

simmering rice grains
       in the pot–
     patter of rain

sudden cloudburst— 
           Mona Lisa in chalk
                        turns expressionist

heavy spring rain–
checking the young basil plants 
for survivors

dead cat. . .
open-mouthed
to the pouring rain