By John R. Greenwood
Sploshing just outside
dripping gops of wet mush in the dark
the rain keeps raining
What else should I do?
Rain asks
It's my job
I have no rainimosity toward you my friend
I said
yet
your slippery voice ripples down the siding
puddles echoing like a distant river song
floating
lyrics collecting in deep pools
damp with a blue tone
Nice poem, spectacular photo!
ReplyDeleteI love "I have no rainamosity towards you".........and the "distant river song", the "deep pools" and the blue.........the photo is absolutely wonderful.
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