| Summer Rain I can see clearly the rain falling as the drops form and run down the window pane. Trails left to form pools along the sill. Leaves brushing gently against the siding dancing in the breeze. A bird ruffles it�s feathers and settles into it�s perch waiting out the summer storm as it�s eyes close in his minds abandon. Currents gathering speed on their run among the rocks and obstructions along the gravel road winding here and there. Grass green waving tall and bright free of the dust of drought filled days. A cottontail scurried to cover then stop to nibble in his newfound patch of foliage under the large tree with it�s arms spread out over the yard like an umbrella. All this I could see through my own glossimer reflection like a spirit standing before the window looking down from the upstairs studio. I saw the rainbow over his home surrounded by the white picket fence and his neighbors around him bathed in the soft light. Raindrops splattered off the stone and darkened its surface. I felt my grandfathers hand on my shoulder as we looked out over his rain soaked home. Rivulets formed and ran down the stone wall cleansing it once again. I could see the inscription from where I stood but I couldn�t make it out. It didn�t matter thought I knew what it said. R.I.P. 1903-1996. Vision Quest � 2002 T Lovett |