The rains came

and the rains came:
a day of mist, low cloud,
grey, and a curtain
of drizzle softly falls:
how grand the gauze
between me and the
trees: the land
quietly drinking - lady
blackbird in the wet tree
feeding on the seeds
as the leaves drip
and drops run along the
telephone lines
as the green intensifies

a watery gift from
God's halls
to balance all the dry

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