the rain starts gently
like an echo of a whisper
more felt than heard

the wet specks
on the sidewalk confirming
that it’s rain

and just when
it registers in my brain
that it is sprinkling

the deluge comes
instantaneous and

staining the road black
silencing the birdsong and
sending cats inside

but the breeze
undeterred by the wetness
plays in the rain

and the rain and breeze
join forces and come in through
my screen door

which I have
defiantly left open
to greet the rain

they cool the house
instantly and bring
freshness indoors

and as the song of the rain
and the dance of the wind
wind down and fade away

all that is left
is the whispering
of sprinkling rain