RAINING
Lightly pricking
Quickly forming droplets
On the speckled pane
Softly dancing, gaily prancing
Jutting, creasing, quite insane
Surging swiftly, glutting nift’ly
Lagging spreading all around
Moving slowly almost threadlike
Soothing tired and wrinkled sand
Sparkling brightly, ebbing quietly
. . . then lost in darkness underground
AFTTER THE RAIN
Children come running in Wellington boots
Into the puddly streets after the rain
Dog like yelping in the wet wonder
Wet slates and shiny streets
Paper boats on tiny streams
Feet and laughter… free
Then silence softly settles
The fresh stillness
After the rain
