Dark Rainstorm
The chaotic cadence of falling rain
begins striking the pavement in evening's hours.
Up on the roof I hear the steady gain
of drops as sprinkling now becomes a shower.
The last of daylight's doves have all been slain
by a murder of crows in midnight flower.
Pins of light in puddles are raptors' eyes
that watch with growing fire the blackening skies.
Odd lines 1-7: ten syllables
Even lines 2-8: eleven syllables
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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