And finally the rain came....
Privacy of rain
Rain, A plump splash
on tense, bare skin.
Rain. All the May leaves
run upward, shaking.
....
I love the privacy of rain,
the way it makes things happen
on verandahs, under canopies
or in the shelter of trees
as a door slams and a girl runs out
into the black-wet leaves.
By the brick wall an iris
sucks up the rain
like intricate food, its tongue
sherbetty, furred.
Rain. All the May leaves
run upward, shaking.
On the street, bud-silt
covers the windscreens.
Helen Dunmore
Rain, A plump splash
on tense, bare skin.
Rain. All the May leaves
run upward, shaking.
....
I love the privacy of rain,
the way it makes things happen
on verandahs, under canopies
or in the shelter of trees
as a door slams and a girl runs out
into the black-wet leaves.
By the brick wall an iris
sucks up the rain
like intricate food, its tongue
sherbetty, furred.
Rain. All the May leaves
run upward, shaking.
On the street, bud-silt
covers the windscreens.
Helen Dunmore
Oh to have been snuggled indoors with cake and a good film, but alas I was at work. Here's hoping for a dry Bank Holiday. What are your plans?
