Overcast skies release the spring rain
That shadows the trunks of the pine trees.
The flow beats steadily, gently from the eaves
Of my back porch, which I view through the pane
Of my den window. I see the downpour wane
Then lighten to a fine transparent mist.
The needles of a nearby pine seem jewel-kissed
With sparkles glistening like diamonds in the rain.