Muddy Water

The puddles by my window
softly shiver in the wind
The nest that housed black widows
Has now crumbled from within

The thunderclouds groan sadly
For they cannot hold the rain
Each treasured little droplet
hurtles back to earth again

The lightning rouses thunder
While the birds all hide away
Small children watch in wonder
as the trees all bend and sway

The sun seems nearly smothered
by the clouds that fill the sky
Yet rain cannot be bothered
to let sunlight filter by

The linen on the clothesline
now is soaked to dry anew
And grass below is showered
by more than its normal dew

Dark sediment is loosened
by the constant falling rain
The puddles by my window
have a dirty brownish stain

- Obscure
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