An Unexpected Downpour

An Unexpected Downpour

Rain taps an orchestra
atop my van in traffic.

I need to pick up my daughter.
We inch along.

Never hurried,
my deaf son stares.
His mouth hangs open.

Drops stream madly.
The windshield gleams,
rivulets of paisley.

Ordinary gives way,
the rumble of sound a wonder,
its vibratory hum.


© 2018 Mindy Goorchenko All rights reserved. Here is a link to my published poetry collection, The Latent Talent of Conception. Thank you for your support!

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