The Running Clouds

The clouds are running at cross-purposes
up and down the darkened hallways of the sky.
The distant loom of night in day above the farther shore
is guaranteeing rain, and maybe something more,
a sulky rumble mutters. Then we are visited by water
and walking becomes a taildown damp necessity:
How good will the towel feel,
and the coffee, and the curling chair.

December 10 2012