WRITING: Setting Mood

Last night’s rain falls long after
it has traveled on to more exotic scenes
telling morning stories of the
deer out seeking greener grass
each step a waterfall
as pelts brush by soft leaves
that cup the weather,
and cottonwoods in the slightest breeze
toss out the dregs of drink
they hailed last night;
clouds pull back like
bedclothes for the earth to waken
and the sun peers out to see
if it should rise.