Water spirals as it wanders over concrete, flirting with the whispering winds

that sing to cajole frightened flowers into showing their faces.

Thunder rumbles in the background, like a disgruntled cat

that was not content with her morning meal.

(The sky is milk-stained grey-white with clouds today.)

Trees wave sluggishly, despondently,

drooping branches heavy with the sound of water droplets.

They beckon lost birds to accompany them for a while.

Patches of grass shine bright false-gold yellow

against their peers that are green with envy.

A frog belts out his solo part with gusto,

but a watery curtain has already fallen on nature’s chorus,

and his call is only met by the white noise caught in tangled wood.

For this moment, all is covered by a blanket of endless clouds and falling rain.