Rain Trails

On the way to where we all walk,
I’ve stopped.
My head tilts upward just to watch
The rain –
Fallen and risen up again
In streams,
Down through dull low-angled daylight.
 
Udderlike clouds
Sag heavy in burden of rain
They wish to drop -
Windblown wisps of silken smooth hair
Sit suspended.
A soft pelt of scurrying stoat,
Held up on pause.
 
Grey tendrils seeking to reach us
But stopped.