Pattered and spattered, hither and thither,
Dripping with diamonds, dewy to wither,
Leafed without blowing and greener than grey,
Clotted and knotted, fainter than the day
Declining in the west, fade chromatic,
Rolling soft to tips, clinging like static,
Rain forth like rubies on countesses' skirts,
Plop into puddles and spew forth as dirt
And silence. Windows distant and darkness deep
Slam fast the shutters and fall fast asleep.

` - Thomas Clark