More Rain

Water always cleared out
thick clumps of dirt
along the sidewalk.

Rushing, pushing them apart
and to mud -
smooth and earthy.

Rain moved in between grass blades,
sometimes sweet, and gentle,
sometimes rough, and destructive.

The tree's bark was dyed a darker color
by the dampness.

And all the twigs and sticks, scattered on the ground, became soft.
Where they had been brittle, they no longer cracked under foot,
but instead bent softly under the sole of a shoe.

Things would dry out, days later.
The mud would turn dirt would turn dry.
And everything would become a shade lighter
and wait again.

5/2/2016
Riley Welch