Monday, 9 April 2012

Talking to Rain

I have spent the day
listening to rain.

Tried to translate
what it must be telling me.

Why else
would it be so insistent?

Gentle fat splats
escalated to urgent drum rolls.

Decoding  raindrops
is not as easy as it seems.

I am still clueless but
making the effort has helped us bond.

In lesson two  
I will tell it my name

and rain will teach me
how to order espresso.

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant. This, I think, might be close to becoming my new favourite poem of yours.