Rain

Some things don*t explain particularly well.  Me?  I know here*s another good  reason why Jeff and I are married.

The silver maple leaves,

Now fallen and yellow,

Stick to the windshield in the rain

And wet.

We sit stunned

In the front seats,

Stare at the way the wet

Outlines the yellow spiked leaves.

We are late to our workout

With the trainer,

Amazed at the outline.

How could we tell her

It was the maple leaves,

The silver maple leaves,

The water that outlined them

Perfectly yellow?

She thought we were late

Because of the rain.

She was right,

Kinda

Sorta

Right.