the rain has arrived in a terrible torrent   

you can hear race horses

wind roaring toward us like a train

 

long silver streamers of water

spill from the eaves

 

and hard drops

leap up from the ground

as if burnt

 

the dahlias are tattered

I doubt they shall ever recover

 

but Carolina refuses

to look up from her book

which carries her to China just now

 

            the weather there

must be more to her liking

 

© by Ginny Lowe Connors.

Used with the author's permission.