I smile

The lake is closed.

Waves bounce on the surface

unable to penetrate

grey clouds reflected there.

Bits of it drip back. 

A drizzle of escaped  lake water.

So much for evaporation.

Clouds move. Rain stops, and...

I smile as the sun remembers Renton,

and decides to stop for an afternoon visit.

Warmth shines the gray to blue, 

revealing life in the depth beneath.

It winks, and smiles back.

© 2010 Tamera Dobbins