As wet as rain is

As wet as rain is;
And the half muted pitter-patterings on the roof
And whole days of just rain; and the muddy shoes
Sitting in the corner, and fogged up windows
And sloshing streets; the cars whooshing by,
And the birds sitting sullen in the trees
Taking numberless baths they never wanted.

And the extra chill in the air, and then the getting warm again
In the bathtub; the rain singing you to sleep,
Tucked warmly into bed, as the gutters dripping down,
Like little fingers, drumming on the windows
And hundreds of liquid crystals
Reflecting the moon's streaming light.

The night crying it's tears deep into the ground
And the wet faces of the flowers
And the soil quietly, determinedly drinking it in.

carol
a tenderly worded poem

Fay Slimm
You excel yourself yet again Pattie with this gem - great one.