Clouds and Rain In this slow afternoon rain the marigolds dim. A blue jay spares us his rancor and broods on a limb. You study the sideyard lilac and pine, a doe tensed to flee, still but for the working of lips. This rain has lasted all day and will last all night, all the next day and on--this feathery rain. Come away from the window now. I will rain on your skin, brood on your limbs--I will nibble your velvet mouth. © Dale R. Hobson. All rights reserved.