Going to sit here a while
let the drizzle pass
looks like nothing but blues skies
blowing in
Rain
smatterings of
aqua strokes
bristle wet
on my skin
do they fall
or suspend
there
and there . . . ?
curtains of light
visible with the sun
at the cloud edge
like stringed beads
billions of strands
the path of each photon
distinct
a harp of light
that interleaves darkness
this choral day
now that the rain has stopped
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 
Imagistic, beautiful…
Thank you, Maggie, for your very thoughtful comments. —–Chagall