Mourning Rain

©Jennifer Paige

The haunting mist rises eerily from the chilly lake

Into the gray sky disappearing

The trees are black and ominous against the sky

As it begins to rain

The water's pristine surface is shattered

Tiny needles of rain pierce the smooth, glass-like surface

Causing little folded circles to float to the steely shore

The sound of water upon water is veiled by distant thunder

Its deep rumble seems to disrupt the creatures surrounding

A sleek black bird slides gracefully through the jagged water

And sends its solemn cry to the sky

The loons deep and soulful voice sooths silent

And echoes long after the mourning rain

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