(Written in 2005)
A murmuring fall in the fading light,
A sweep and a stream down the eaves at night,
A muttering drum on the roof overhead,
A pelting persistent on glass and on ledge,
Comes the rain.
The softest of mists that caressingly spills
Upon muted greens of the faraway hills
Fades them out gently, soft and shy,
Whispering away into cool, grey sky.
Lullaby silences linger in rain,
Hushing, surrounding with lulling refrain,
And leaving, as all things else quietly cease,
Just me alone with the dripping trees.
And when at the day’s end the clouds thin and part,
And sunlight comes flooding the world wet and dark,
Then flings over grey clouds and damp earth and all
The song of a rainbow in breathless enthrall.
Passes the rain.
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