The weight of
the motion descended in a cloud burdened
with the scent of air clinging to rain
as it baptized the ground.
Tumbling drops foot-printed the soft sand
while others merged with puddles,
lost to colliding or ripples fading.
Quiet prevails as the storm wanders.
Sounds of recovery lift from the
spell of wind and rain.
A cat moves to a window, stirred by silence,
anxious to be released.
Roger Singer 