Rain Clouds and other poems

Rain Clouds

Rain clouds as they descend
over the hills, ragged

and somber,
make a kind of home

in the valley below.
Like a roof over a house

where a fire is burning
in the hearth

for someone who comes in
from the rain.

 Or like our marriage –
year after year together

in the shelter of the foothills.  
  
Rain sweeps across the road,
lifting branches, scattering leaves –

the end of summer.
It’s only later, afterwards,
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