Rain is fading under a bough, or something
Like stars on snow on top of sleet
Adjusting to bright, vermilion bushes of mist.
What a pain...
Tow trucks!

Even seagulls catch their sparks
Because the sun is thumping now, and pond birches sear,
Gathering momementum in shade,
A walkathon for frogs to paddle from side to side
Toward the splashes.

Or have they a surname?