drip drab drop
brip brab brop
off the white corner
of the window finally
nearly
closed
silver dashes
down to white shit
on the black sill
over rain
________-reddened bricks
Related articles
Sunday Story Stones…(mysmallpotatoes.com)
Redrafting (for) Your Life(elizabethkateswitaj.net)
Super Sad True Writing Habits(elizabethkateswitaj.net)
nice…i like the simple capture…but it is so alive…esp those opening sounds….watching the rain drip down to the brick..
Thank you. The recent rains have come just as I was starting to believe that the summery sun would stay.
I loved this piece–such a vivid write and I love the smaller forms–just really well-done!
Thanks, Audrey. The smaller forms are about all I can manage these days, given other deadlines.