Autumn Rain

Autumn Rain

By Elece Hollis

Rain trembles from the eaves,

Slow and so so slatternly,

Spatting like chinaberries falling at midnight,

Then drip-dripping like a leaky faucet.

Rain stutters as a breeze passes,

Stop and go, staccato beat,

Tedious, tired as a poor typist tripping,

Tapping, pausing to seek a shifty letter.

Rain pours! Rain roars

From the gutters. Roiling, Rushing!

Splashing! Crashing! Racing like wild maddened mustangs,

Across the wide and wind-tossed prairie.