Rain clouds reflect a
fawn light end-of-day
shimmering in grey blue
tiled in silver
as slow winds bring
with it the breath of
a sheltered shower falling
rivulets of precious water
streaks across my window
painting abstracts of motion
choreographed by gravity
and a miner’s wind of chance
orchid blue clouds move slowly
now just above me and out of reach
lest they become a delicate fog
among a serene light
embracing the high desert warmth
in rain stopping long enough
to reveal its silence of night
dusk folding now into the
smell of rainfall, into
the arms of summer

© K. James Ribble / orchid blue