Rain That Doesn't Quite Reach the Ground

V I R G A

Clouds, dark and light

roiling,

rolling,

and fearsome-looking,

mean,

and full of sorrow.

Rain drops fine and cool, falling,

not quite to the ground

in virga curtains;

promises not kept.

Your face,

fearsome-looking,

mean,

and full of anger,

 sorrow

not realized.

Tear drops fine and hot, falling

not quite to your cheek,

taut with rage,

in virga curtains;

 promises not kept.

By: Michael D. LeFevre    ã Copyright 29 April 1998