Let It Rain

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

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