After the storm
It had long-passed,
but the field we walked,
as I had warned,
soaked our shoes,
and
the dog almost drowned
(in the clumps of grass).
Under a pair of beech trees
I looked up,
seeing frail silhouettes
over silhouettes,
rain-glued translucency,
veined-leaves
in forced overlaps
under a still-threatening sky:
All the time
the single rhododendron
was impervious
to the wetness suffered
by the rest of us.