What I see outside my window
on this gloomy day
are raindrops falling
bouncing on the driveway,
trickling from tree limbs,
silhouetted against the dark spruce
and the red Ford Escape,
weighting down the pink phlox
and the gold and russet pansies.
The soil is black,
the green grass shimmers,
the tulips stand erect.
And then there is a respite,
and all is still
and silent
outside my window.
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