NaPoWriMo, Day Six

Guess what? It’s raining!

Impression of rain,
falling? Seen through window, a
cold April morning

The window lit grey,
mocking the white of snowfall
needs a second look

Puddles rippling,
rain silent as a ninja
stiking invisible

the air bears no drops
but viewed against darkest pines
a mere shimmering

how then to know rain?
step out, look up, close your eyes —
nature washes down.

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