Turn you head a little, and glance briefly at the rain,
Watch it creeping down that clear glass windowpane.
Making a rhythmic tapping sound, it's such a soft refrain,
Thrown there by a wind whose temper, we cannot contain.
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Such a lovely write Ernestine, and being english its our duty to moan about the weather, but you are right of course with out the rain we would have far more to moan about, and as I look out my window what a coincidence, its raining.
We are under such dry conditions right now, and there is a forest fire burning in Georgia (500 miles away...) , such a bad one that the smoke from it is here! How I wish that we had some of that wonderful soft, sweet rain...wonderful poem...
You always excel at nature pieces. Lovely poetic droplets. Love, Susie xx.
This one is particularly pertinent to us Aussies at the moment, for whom every dropp of rain is a gratefully received. Ironically, after the worst drought in a thousand years, areas of New South Wales were bombarded with rain last night, causing flash floods and a state of emergency. Your poem is charming. Wonderful use of rhythm and English to the core. love, Allie xxxx