Walking in the Rain

The sky is shades of gray.
Rain drops fall on my raincoat hood
tap-tap-tap,
reminds me of camping
in the rain
tap-tap-tap
on the rain fly.

Oak leaves fall sullenly
to the ground,
joining other leaves
now heavy and listless.

Earthworms lie stretched
and stranded on the pavement.
Rivers of water flow down the road,
carrying grains of sand, droplets of oil,
and bits of glass and food
cast off by the garbage truck.

A distant freight train
blows its horn,
the sound muffled by rain.

The dog's ears ragged and droopy,
by the walk's end.
Bald Hill, a road less traveled today.