Rain patters on the window
like little feet.
Puddles splash and wet leaves
spiral and than waft away from their homes.
Streaks of yellow, red, and brown
sluicing down the street
sliding and bumping across the cracked black tar.
A tiny sparrow takes shelter from the drizzle
under a green leaf.
The last trace of summer.
A raindrop slides off the tip and bounces onto its tiny feathers
and separates into little droplets.
They stay there
like little pearls.
The sparrow chirrups once
than springs into flight to find another leaf
leaving the pearls
falling
falling
falling
to the ground.
