I expected nothing
Out of the ordinary
When I took to the morning roads
But then the rain came.
Heavy, frigid droplets
Pound the ground and
Swell with promise.
November rains are beastly and beautiful,
As says Dickinson and Ms. Coleridge and Axle Rose.
November storms like a monster.
Growling thunderous claps from on high
Frighten, announce, and release,
Never considering how a single surge
might crush underneath.
But her rains also bring beauty
Freeing each rain drop to dance
And rattle the surface of a million leaves —
Bright oranges, deep pinks, mustard yellows and golds
Flutter like hummingbirds
With the rain’s persuasion.
Quick, nervous, glimmering.
Tucked in at home,
It is barely 10:03 AM.
A second cup of coffee brews and I am curious.
What other surprises will interrupt my
What will I miss?
What will I open my eyes to capture?