Rain

There’s something ornately comforting, in a downpour of a day’s healthy rain So replenishing, cleansing, as renewing, the ultimate giver to feed life’s grain As standing undercover feeling the smaller flecks of the rain against your skin With the thrashing of rain against the window panes, creating a deafening din Each drop, creating rivulets that chase each other down, onto the window sill There pausing, but, for a second in pools before they take their final overspill God’s creatures sensing mother’s nature ungodly call find refuge in their lairs Others finding cover from the torrents of rain that caught them, so unawares Birds tuck their heads away, wait on the downpour of rain to end, its final fall In this time just birds of silence, you seldom hear them making their bird call Within the marble halls of mansions, walls glisten with dancing shades of hue Gun dogs put out of work lie waiting for their prize, there’s nowt’ they can do Children sit upon window seats watching as the rivulets fall upon each a wish Their little fingers pressed upon the window pane giving each rivulet a squish But; nothing can prevent nature’s raindrops falling, so they just watch in awe Cats on their hind legs each trying to catch the rivulets drops with their paws There is more than a sense of security, in this day’s healthy downpour of rain Mother makes hot cups of juice, just in case, from a cold, we all need to feign Grandfather sits very staunchly before the fire in his armchair made so grand A tot of whiskey just for good measure, for medical purposes you understand While dear Grandma is knitting away, totally in tune to the rhythm of the rain In the hallway standing there idle rests father’s ebony and ivory walking cane Who has now took himself into his study, sits to reminisce and to have a cigar It saved just for such a day resting in its lacquered pigmented box of cinnabar Cooks busy themselves in the kitchen making all the family their evening meal Steam rising from the cooking onto the windows panes, does the rain conceal Until the steam itself creates rivulets of their own, and the outside is revealed In doing so, makes the clarity of the day’s rain even more so magically surreal