Last Spring Rain

last sad notes drift
along raindrops
pelt my window
slowly soak my keys
blaze like pearls
on finger tips         (humidity subsides)
thin layers of reality
spread over absent
white graves         (soldier's graves)
first crack of
thunder drums steady
whuuuuuur of
central air          (finally the trees waver)
                          (frrooowwsh of sweeping rain)
wind whips up
silence now          (all that is, is storm)
descending now          (blankets of steam)
the last days of spring