Small scenes in a day of scattered rain

I
In early hours
I welcome a lull
in the quiet night rain
that slowly sloughs away
the lead smelter stink
of distant cities
to the south.

II
False dawn teases;
a dim glint of sun
then the harsh crows come
to pull clouds down low
and croak black
imprecations
insinuations
intimations
implications
and necromantic
incantations
for a day of
scattered rain

III
A late breath of air
in a clear lull;
chords from
an acoustic guitar
weave themselves between
the clear lighted spaces
of a darkened city park
and a woman sings
a song gone blind
in a voice calm
as a steady forest rain.