The day moves
in the contentment of rain,
and change that rolls through
like showers on the wind,
not unpredicted, still arresting
in the subtle fresh shifts
of clouds, of air
and shafts of sun

We stand here
in this singular moment
swift as rainfall,
and move on,
still present
as the landscape changes,
never the same again.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2014