Deluge II...

They say it will rain all week
making my footsteps on the forests floor
soft, quiet but deep
as the leaves fall soundlessly
in an almost a straight line
to land with a small splash
beyond the tarps,
tight against the wind
as the mist turns again to rain
Sounds of weather,
the wind and the trees together
in a dance beneath a blanket of white,
telling me it is not yet night
or you would see in a different light
No, it is the same light;
it is we who turn away...
          09-27-10