Terror of the rain

the raindrops feared

the talons

of the polar hawks

that flew in with

the Arctic tempest

and turned white

against the gray sky

their pebbled bodies

collected on the streets

and sidewalks

creating a beaded

memorial of their haste

but many grew wings

and floated through

the turbulent air

sticking to glass

and then giving into

their warmth

I could only sit and

watch through

the perspiration

on the window

of my ride

this terror of the rain