Over The Ridgeline
Over the ridgeline, the storm comes.
Dark clouds and wind surround you,
but you tarry a moment or two longer,
absorbing the October colors, never sure
what the rain will take and what the rain will leave.
About this poem
Every moment counts
The picture was taken from the quarry across from my house.
Tom
Quarry House 
The droplets that fall
Would soon be adsorbed
Into the mud of nothingness
however a blessing it sings over the pair of eyes
Behold the shimmer of hope and peace
It brings to my astonishment.
Beautiful piece you wrote… !! 🙂