Rain’s a comin’, and behind it – if only for a brief spell – cool weather for around here. Given that it’s December, that’s enough to celebrate with this poem, courtesy of Michael P. Garofalo’s website:

This is what I have heard
at last the wind in December
lashing the old trees with rain
unseen rain racing along the tiles
under the moon
wind rising and falling
wind with many clouds
trees in the night wind W. S. Merwin

Lovely, isn’t it? A good day to put up our window lights, I believe…