the days pass time elapsed

the rain is a suggestion
a tickle in the brain
barely visible
almost a mist

it is not a chill rain
but it has stayed for days

the clouds come and go
pass through like
distant friends
resurfacing after years

they slip into the folds
then up and over the mountains

and the river runs
below it all
through town
down valley
surface circles from raindrops
mayfly hatches hovering
swarming
mating
returning to the river
spinning dead
disappearing in the swirl
of a hungry trout