Slowly the deluge begins,
tenuous raindrops the first to descend,
wetting the earthen clay for nature’s
ensuing stampede to sculpt with a
menagerie of extremities.
Through the window, my vagrant stare
catches the last of the fading leaves
before a gust of soggy pluvial dislodges
each digit limb by limb, blending
the starkness of bark with
the bite of the wind.
Shifting my eyes, I witness
water saturating the soil’s
last pores, terraforming
the landscape with torrents
of primordial debris that clings
to the backbone of everything.