Forest At Dusk

This has been a day of
fiercely unrelenting rain
copious and pervasive, the
sheen of dark tree trunks
into whose every crevice
rain found its way
appearing like an arcane
forest of primitive vintage,
stark, dark and bare
masts craning toward the
steel-grey sky as though
beseechingly. Not a bird
to be seen or heard
sheltered wherever they
find haven from the
drenching downpour. The
foliage-littered forest
floor is strangely
twilight-bright as dusk
descends in a shadowless
curtain of sheer grey.