Finger-Painting Angels

The radio said: Three days of unexpected rain. The work of gravity and water; water that has set in earth enriched with particles of dust, flower's blood, wood and salt. Opening its rust-stained mouth, sky expels its liquid life like wolves regurgitate to feed their pups- rabbit, fur, splintered bone. Though I am old and cold tonight, the milky mist that rises thick as curtains on the panes, has not lessened my delight for finger-painting angels, horses, child-like birds with human, smiling faces on my kitchen window.