Poem: Rain on the Slate

And when the rain is done,
and the winds have ceased,
when the sun shows itself once again,

there are raindrops on the slate,
random, strangely beautiful,
the storm becomes art.

About this poem.

I have a slate shingle on a workbench outside of my back door. Every time rain comes, this happens.

Happens in life too.

Tom

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