Autumn Rain
Autumn rain pours down my windshield,
As wipers go swishity-swish.
This weather’s best for duck or fish.
View has changed, with the sun concealed.
Golds, greens, oranges, reds blur afield.
Fall leaves turn watercolor-ish.
Autumn rain
Through mist and rain, my eyes are
peeled.
Under tires goes splash and squish.
To not hydroplane—what I wish.
Through moisture, arid land is healed.
Autumn Rain
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