It's Raining Again a Poem by Debra Hall

 

It's Raining Again image to accompany the poem of the same name
by ©Debra Hall 2024

It’s Raining Again

It’s raining again

for forty days or more it seems.

Upon the invisibility of the pane

active droplets race down in teams,

while still clusters are shiny gems on a chain.

Wet beauty never buffers

the waterlogged soft earth; it suffers.

 

The Farmer’s field afar is now a fen

Almost forty nights of disrupted dreams.           

Low cloud obscures the window view first, and then,

rain is running down the street like a stream.

Expect delays! You driving women and men,

Traveling on wet roads, through floods, for whatever reason.

Sunlight may be lacking, but weather is mild for the season.

 

From where I stand in my dry spot

There’s a strange stillness and loud dripping

On the inside world it is warm, sometimes hot

no pitter patter underfoot, no muddy ungrasping.

From my window the outlook is spit spot

unchanged after all these years, even when soggy.

Though I long for a wintry scene, for light above and for ground less boggy.

©Debra Hall 2024

This poem was created on Day 2 of The January Challenge set by Create Caerphilly a community arts organisation, for 64 Million Artists - a social enterprise that allows everyone in the UK to explore their creative potential.