Draft: Insistent, The Rain

Insistent, the Rain.


Now:         a time for rain,         for roots.

The cedars lose their powdery-greyness

        for green,

a process

        imperceptible

from day to day.

        Until comes a morning

and the jay and wren, framed in

        wet window-panes,

perch in fluffed garments

on bright,
        drenched and dripping,
            limbs.