Policing the Rain

     I composed this the other day after discussing rain with a friend:


                         Driving out
                             of the storm
                                 and into sunlight
                          made me
                              think that perhaps
                                  a silent policeman
                           had held
                               up his hand,
                                  had blown his
                           powerful whistle,
                                stopping the rain
                                  in its tracks.