Rain

By Cheryl Unruh

June 7, 2001

All day rain has

held to the clouds,

the sky turning from

gray to purple to purple-blue

and back to gray again.

A soft wind, the breath

of spring, pushes the yellow kitchen

curtains into the room.

Now, as dusk falls, so does the rain,

darkening the cement sidewalks,

the street. As cars drive by

the sound of wet tires

splashes in through open windows.

I listen in the dark,

the rain filling a place

I didn't know was empty.