Transient element of Morning

A veil of cloud hangs between moorland ridge and green lowland hills
Like grey cloth hung on a line;
The air is still;
A luminance behind signals transience of shower
And captures  the moment
before
Earthy spores release from heavy drops
In deliberate fall of summer rain
A primeval  dampness prevails
As arched stems bend forward,
Frothy clouds of spent willow herb shroud the foliage beneath;
Rain dances on the canopy above 
Drips steadily branch to branch
Of sodden grass
And slippery stones beneath;
The wind picks up 
In soughing of the trees;
The view diminishes;
Stillness is lost;
The haunting beauty
Becomes a memory.