Rain smatters the windshield,
streams from my car
over the interstate,
trails in great, soaking clouds
behind semis and tractors,
and coats the shoulders,
fields, ponds, and farmhouses
with a settling sheet.
Insects, birds, farmers, field hands
retreat into solitude;
activity is submerged;
everything on the earth
draws inward,
toward the silent mirror
for a brief eternity.
Poems from in between 
5 responses to “Rainy drive”
Very nice.
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Thank you!
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Great imagery–I can so clearly picture the scene. I like the progression from man/machine to peaceful pastoral.
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Thank you! Lots and lots of rain on a very, very long drive.
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