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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Spain in Rain Falls There’s something different About the rain in Spain And being an English man And well versed in rainfall I should know a thing or two About rain It still falls horizontal Occasionally with a side to side wiggle But it seems to land with a different splatter And the ringlet pools in puddles Seem to matter More The thrumping, drumming trickles and rivers Have an alternate way Of running down the road side gutters And there is a coastal tinkle In expanses formed by the space of sea So close to the sky grey People do not rush in the rain They understand this brief refreshment And draw it in through sun-baked pores Drink it in on dry parched throats Many weeks may pass before its cool embellishment Returns to break the dusty heat Its almost as if you can hear the dry ground soaking Drinking, shlurping, on the straws of greedy roots And every leaf is a green extended tongue With closed eyes savours the feel of water As it plinkers and splotters Leaping in sprays off their wet leafy diving boards And the mood seems slowed, patient, waiting And every where you go there is a warm glow of unspoken appreciating Smiling; the clouds do not feel heavy And the sky still reflects its blue And the rain is there just reminding you Of the long days of desiccant sun yet to come The all is basking, washing under arm nooks and niches Where the dusty days have gathered Everything is stretching revitalized as if from a weary sleep Shaking and rattling with incessant drips and drops Sounds like laughter echoed from a thousand swimming pools Repeated by every blade of grass Even ones eyes are relieved from straining The blanket droplet laden cotton sky Hangs a shade of diffuse balm on ones retina Instead of squinting in sunglass bright glaring Can see the deeper hues of dampened colour Crisp, clean pervades With a slow unencumbered sense of peace Yes, there is something different In the rain, in Spain Something expansive, more spiritually deliberative And being an Englishman hailing from that bleak raining land Am well versed in all the aspects of water-fall I should know a thing or two About rain
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