Rain

When to the eye the lens is set 
It is  to anticipate
The grey- pink cloud
It’s signal known
That robin and blackbird silenced are 
The Kaleidoscope is turned again
Greens to bronzed outlines
Clouds to yellowed smoke
Then, preceded by a poignant pause
All nature held
It comes 
With force
In deliberate pulse
Beats in the rhythm of the day.