the rain fell like pearls

that rain that fell
in the meadow
where we were sprawled out
underneath the sturdy oak,
seeming to grow as high as the sky itself...

sent us watching more closely-
when we stood up for greater air;
in its falling, the rain, began
to show signs of wide pearls pelting
the earth on either side of our dancer's feet, melting


poem and photo, by kate lamberg
all rights reserved..(c) 7/29/13