After days of rain and gloom, the river has overflowed it's banks,
leaving a depressed heron standing near the bank
in a morass of floating river trash, his shoulders hunched
like a rain-soaked man with no umbrella.
Finally, the rain has moved on and the skies have begun to clear.
The clouds this afternoon were layered like the puffy lining
in quilts, multicolored, reluctant to let the sun peep through.
And "Here Come the Mummies"
for no reason other than they make me happy,
chasing away whatever gloom
was induced by the rain.