The Rain in the Night

Creeping softly on the overgrown lawn
Caressing drooping limbs heavy with foliage
The night rain
Planted his transparent kisses
Breathing life
Where the hope of spring was gone
Shedding dry leaves
And sticking out sharp elbows
Of broken branches
The ivy stretching like a lazy cat,
Jumped on the fence and
Hunched there,
Untamed, attentive, fierce
The dark towering pines
Abjectedly turned their backs to the wind,
Slow, magical
Old witches
The rain was drumming with its tiny icy hammers
On the other side of the looking glass
Of my pond
I laid me down on the bottom
I am still waiting