Raindrops

[This is an imagist poem: it's supposed to be this short, trust me. it should also be painting some sort of picture in the reader's mind when they go through it, so i hope that worked...my focus here was a summer storm]

From the grape-stained belly
Of an August gale,
Electric storks dive
Past the gravid torrent
Of an overcast sky,
Bundles of newborn dew
Slipping through their nibs.