After the Rain


The storms came on heavy and low like peasant women

dragging gray baskets of laundry to the hills where they

flailed their sheets against the rocks until the water ran

clear and each sodden piece was wrung nearly dry.

What remains of clouds now are linty fragments

trailing shadows on the heights so the mountains

become a pack of brindle hounds sleeping in the sun.

©Dana Hughes 10.1.17

One thought on “After the Rain

  1. I love it. A new image for a storm: peasant laundresses with their baskets. Clouds as lint. Mountains as brindle hounds. Rain as wrung-out wash water. I will never see a storm the same way again. This is just gorgeous. You, madam, are a serious poet. Let’s see Mary Oliver beat that.

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