Refreshingly grey day
Cars softly swish past
Light staccato rain
Washing the world clean
Bejewelling my windows
Where muted light
Shines in stopped droplets
Gently loosing blossoms
And wiping them away
Rinsing down new leaves
Dripping from bent over grasses
Soaking the seed bed
Sparking spring growth
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It has rained again
And the soil exudes a scent
As a child, when the air was redolent with coffee
Then we knew it would rain
Away from the factories
I have found that oncoming rain smells of earth
Pre-petrichor perhaps
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Drizzle
Drizzle soothes and smoothes
Stalling Sunday gardening
After the frantic retrieval of items from the washing line
Greyness suffuses the afternoon
Sinking into the pores of the day
Quietening us all to a more formal Sunday observance
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Drizzle
Drizzle soothes and smoothes
Stalling Sunday gardening
After the frantic retrieval of items from the washing line
Greyness suffuses the afternoon
Sinking into the pores of the day
Quietening us all to a more formal Sunday observance
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Rain
Delicious dampness, fresh scented grey,
Washing the stuffy warm weather away
My soul is a sponge, expanding when wet,
And sunshine’s a word I’d rather forget,
I like the newness of autumn (but its only July!)
The soggy clean clouds that fill up the sky
Change is the thing, after two weeks the same,
Filled with humid hot weather –Thank God for rain!
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
OK, so it’s no longer July, but this was written in July and is exactly how I feel today at the end of a hot stuffy August…..
