a poem in memory of a friend who also loved rain

Yesterday at dusk

a few fat raindropas

redolent with responsibility

for the thirsty earth

fell through the gasping air.

Last night as we slept

and before even the birds

woke to sing matins,

the clouds wept and the rain fell.

Now the smell of damp dust

rises towards the birdsong,

welcome as the scent of lilac,

so dry has it been for so long.


© Daffni 2020
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