Let It Rain

OLIVE HANNA

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 puddly streets soon aft’ the rain

Wide eyes open in wet wonder

Paper boats bobbing on tiny streams

Squelching feet in running, and laughter

Flowers drooping beneath the trees

Then sated, silence softly settles

. . . fresh, the stillness after rain

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