Velvet heather surfaces
Feathery diamond wisps
Mountains covered in powdered sugar
Glimpses of blue in patches behind
these continents in the sky
Granny smith apple green, laced with canary yellow
glitters on the hill
Like highlands of Scotland, but doomed
to return to gray and dull, ashen dirt
upon summer's return
Terracotta tile roofs
sing to the sky, glimmering, winking in the sun
The millions of stucco cubicles
Californians call home
are majestic after the deluge
Strands of hair clinging to her neck
in dark spirals, turn golden and soft
The red, rubbed eyes reveal emerald irises
Lips, drawn and pale, smile softly contented
and laugh in the sunlight
after rain
