The wind has stopped, blowing,
Everything is staying so still,
After a few hours of rain,
A small stream of water,
Starting to flow down the hill.
When rain clouds, block the direct sun,
From shining on the popular & silver maple trees,
Along with an increase in the humidity,
A Jester they give, to let us know of the wet times ahead,
They turn the sides of their leaves.
From snow, rain, wind, or a sunny day,
There is so much taking place,
As I look out my window,
Memories that will stay.

                    Tom Maxwell copyright  5/27/2020 AD
                                                                                                   1:00 PM