Draught

Rain rain rain. All day long! Big thick steady drops. Beware the monsoon on Raven Terrace outside the Weigh Inn, I saw a car go by and a wave of about two feet high just missed spraying a fella havin' a fag outside. So, I'm going to dig for a poem about the rain-God knows there's a good few in my book.





DRAUGHT

The rain sleeps
yet another morning,
another week;
there’s a thirst
in the fields.

It goes on
for ages
this July
and come
evening late
August;

A grey swell,
fingers clenched
rumbles across
the sky
squeezing
porous clouds;

It comes
again
this rain
that scents the air
and feeds the fields,

this time we
welcome it.