The Sounds of Rain are many
I woke to the cold flannel kiss of a rainy breeze,
the faint pat of droplets trying in vain to cover
the glass, failing and sliding to the bottom of the
pane, comedy show rivulets.
Through the open gap I saw only grey. Some
dour celestial decorator, with his giant paint
roller and an aversion to blue had started early.
Car tyres and rain sodden tarmac spoil the
moment. The tinny surge and dull bass seem
frantic, angry, impatient and contrasts with the
shy rustle of water falling on Beech leaves,
only the sheer volume betraying its presence.
A lone Bumble Bee rolled past on it’s
drunken flight path humming the word
“retreat !” while a single Blackbird chirped
its displeasure, anger exploding at random
and making me giggle as in mock
Shakespearean tone I said “Sir, though dost
protest too much”.
And in the background the rain plays upon
a barrow, skilfully using the deep and shallow
ends to form notes into a liquid melody.
H2O and the Droplets would be a good name
for the band I thought.