Shifting
Shallow rain falls among myriad rooftops
Liquid prisms cutting the sun
Light falls from my window
Reflection upon the wooden floor
Like ethereal magma
Through the room it flows
Everchanging patterns
Coupled with silent drumbeats amid
the thunderlion's roar
Bring to mind a mirror's double sight
As the fluid rays soften hard wood into
Something else
While pecking drops fall against the blurry glass
That bravely stand the long siege of rain
Clouds caress the sun
Iridescent rays falling to their gentle touch
My kaleidoscope fades
And the rain goes on.