RAIN

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A triptych of poems from the rain.

It’s been a glorious few days, and last night the heavens opened. I am now sitting in the much cooler garden writing with damp in the air, wrapped in a blanket, with a cup of hot tea growing cold.

RAIN - IN THREE

By Jane Galloway, Small Liberations

RAIN ONE

Forgetting my role

I’m grateful to the spring rain

watering my plants

RAIN TWO

The breeze shimmers the rain

that has gathered

on top of the table.

Glass topped reflections of trees

and gathering clouds.

Waiting for it to start again

in the cooler air of the aftermath

of the deluge.

RAIN THREE

I wake in the night to the sound of rain

You shrug up the duvet and role over

Creating a sleepy nook

of comfort and safety

while I listen to the thundering on the window

and wonder if the cloud keeps raining

after it passes over us, onward.