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Gray skies,
hovering,
rain tapping
timpani
on porch roof,
a faint throbbing hum
from the wind chimes.
Parched trees
drinking gratefully,
the last curled golden leaf
wavering
on its gnarled branch.
The horse is sheltering
under the dripping pines
and, if you look
through the mist,
you can see
Wild Woman,
dancing in the rain.
