Splashing, splooshing,
dripping down,
constant wetness
all around.
Streaks of light are
brightly clashing,
Pouring clouds
are quickly thrashing.

Puddles forming,
rainbows bending,
Yet.... the rain
is still not ending.

Rocking, hollow,
tree-log 'boat',
Paddled as it
stays afloat,
Unafected by
the shower,
helped, in fact;
a gain in power.

Ferrying a
pile of stones,
reaching the spot,
the boat-log groans,
Sploosh!
The stones are dropped,
in the lake, a little island
forming on that spot.


I haven't seen you in quite a while, sister. Perhaps I can find my way back......
I have not a clue.