Painting by Marianne Von Werefkin
Waiting for the rain
Wind’s from the west with its cargo of clouds;
I wonder which borders it will cross,
which sky it will find closed.
Butterflies test spring wings,
leaves uncurl, and the silence
is the wild rattle of woodpeckers,
while somewhere beyond the sheep field,
east, where the clouds are heading,
shells not raindrops are falling.