Richard Golding

A hundred words for rain

A misty day, fine rain drifting
The world in green and grey
Damp in my shirt and
Chips of diamond dew beading on my hat

One lone drop ticks on a leaf overhead
Then another, and more
Tick tick tick tick
Hiss and rush
As the drops come steady

Rain and blowing wind
Rattling the windows
Rushing on the skylights
Dim light coming through the windows
To show a curl of steam coming off a mug of tea

Early morning, clear sky
A bite to the air after the storm moves out
a band of orange sunrise
Reflecting in puddles

                    January 2024