A rainy, charcoal sky
emptying teaspoon tufts
on the palms of maple orchids
as sleeves of liquid flowed kinda rough.

She ran from this in her leather jacket
and her umbrella covered the  basin.
She reached her car dampered in rain
and drove to a gas station.

Her fringed scarf absorbed with water
anchored on her neck like a hard stone.
The storm grew heavier then lightened
as she sought to drive calmly  home.