Counting minutes

We hurry through afternoons
of thunderstorms.
Drizzle zig zag splashing
fast steps as winds
brush over trees.
Trance-like and in a fog,
we have discovered
no solutions.  
Does any one have answers?
Going home across moist
blackness.  This day finished.
Another piece of the puzzle gone.
Sprays of lost thoughts.
Raindrops shimmer on branches....
alluvial petals, watery bouquets.