Rain
The rain is gentle and persistent
Washing black roof slates now glistening,
More a mist than a downpour
Almost invisible on this soft summer day.
The blackbird is singing on the lawn
Despite the mizzle that wets his feathers
Happy to be singing in the soft rain
A Baptism song for birds.
As the rain recedes the choirs in hedges
Pick up the same tune as steam arises
From the dark tarmac lying in front
On a clammy and muggy, dark afternoon.
Not for us the typhoon showers
Of tropical lands far away
Just the steady drum of gentle rain
On windows facing west today.
The grasses proudly carry crowns
Of silver raindrops like jewels
The leaves lying lush in the hedges
Bow their soft heads in mild adoration.
The God of rain made his home
In Ireland of Atlantic mists
And we are but tourists on this land
Green before and after man’s arrival.
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