Two days of rain, a whispered gift,
Left the world in a silver white mist.
Creekside trails, a winding stream,
Spoke in ripples, hushed and clean.
Pedals turning, wheels embrace
The lingering drops, the sky’s soft grace.
Los Gatos Creek, a winding tune,
Hums beneath the ghost of moon.
At the junction, where waters meet,
Reflections dance in hush and heat.
Clouds dissolve in mirrored hue,
Draped in ponds, both old and new.
Aventino, earth-toned bright,
Holds the rain in golden light.
The fountain sings, a liquid prayer,
As breezes lift the weightless air.
And though the sun hides, veiled in gray,
I find its warmth another way.
Through mist and trail, through rain-kissed bliss,
Each breath, each turn—a sunlit kiss.
