Rainy drive

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.

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