Rain
Today I listened to the rain,
its soft fall and trickle down
patter on a metal roof,
its melodic tap tap
on a large leaf and the gurgle
of its spill deep in a downpipe.
My world was distilled to drops
of rainwater clinging like silver beads
to the length of a clothesline,
glistening furiously in a brief
burst of sunlight.
I gave the moment no rank
or a place in the hierarchy
of meaningful things,
hardly worth a mention,
but simply offered the world
some room and was moved
to feel the rain wet my face
and taste it's tears. It shared much
with me today…..and this
is a thank you.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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