The knocking intensifies, urgent and soft.
Rain is a stranger,
drumming the door.
But my fingers that reach for the door knob
Are covered in soft-silk
dust, and dry gum leaves.
And I know you will wash them away.
Your green coat don’t fit
The bones of the valley,
Grey wash watercolour soddens the sky.
I want long summers
To hang washing in,
Give me my sunshine, give me my dry.
There’s never a break
In the clouds or lush grass,
Dark dreamy paddocks sigh in your reign
Catching my pockets,
Drenching my sheep,
And filling the beds when the river’s asleep.
I know I craved water,
I didn’t know what it meant,
Forfeit gold living, put your feet in the mud.
But glance t’wards
the mottled dark storm
Life symphony, the gentle drum joins the band,
Child’s play-dust gone,
It’s a kind bargain
Rain is a gentle monarch over the land
Lovely rain prompt from dVerse, mine is late! Hope you enjoy 😊