I MET THE RAIN
By Louise Driscoll
I met the rain today in an open place,
The young rain, adventuring, she danced as she came along.
Her dress was all of silver, she had a smiling face,
And she sang to the dusty trees, a little song.
The dusty trees were glad and they clapped their hands.
I saw a tired flower turn and smile.
At the bend of a little path where a linden stands,
I watched the rain at play for a little while.
Her feet were small and they trod on the grass and bent it.
She carried a scarf of mist that brushed my cheek.
She shook an odor out on the air to scent it,
She bent to the barberries and I heard her speak.
I saw the rain go by like a girl with laughter,
But I will never tell you the word she said.
That you must learn yourself and forever after
Know how the leaves and grass are comforted.
I stood at a bend in the path and the rain went by me.
I could see, like a skein of silk, her shining hair,
She turned with a little smile to satisfy me,
For all the while she knew that I was there.
PICTURES ON THE SIDEWALK
By Mary Burns
Another drizzly, gray Seattle day.
I could mope and complain,
as I sometimes do.
Instead I grab my umbrella
and go for a walk in the rain.
And as I walk,
I notice the rain-slick sidewalk
marked by autumn colors
in scattered patterns,
beautiful to behold.
Each tree an artist,
leaving pictures on the sidewalk.
This gallery contains 5 photos.
Image from king5.com
Another example of creative street art — moisture-induced sidewalk art that only shows up when it rains. Click on the link below that will take you to KING5 news that explains how these masterpieces are created.