From below,

as he looks up,

he sees the round bottoms of rain drops

like glass marbles,

some lit by sun

as it flirts from behind gray, storm clouds,

red, orange and blue, green,

plopping into the stream

coming down towards him

wreathed in bubbles,

as they drift back up to the surface

in airy, bubbly sheaths.

The rain melding into the brook,

refilling it, fresh!

Above him,

the ripples on the surface move around and out and away

in round, shimmering circles,

rolling to the shore

(or infinity),

catching suns light in broken flashes

from the sky.

And then come marbles again!

In a sudden, surprise sun shower

in splashes and blue marbles,

splashes and splashes and spray

and orange marbles

and rainbows

all through the rainy day.

Can you see it like a trout?

It’s beautiful!

When you see it like a trout!