the thing about rain

The thing about rain is

the noise,

pattering on the roof

above my head as I type

disturbing the rhythm of my words.


The thing about rain is

the sound,

of tyres on steaming tarmac

outside my door.


The thing about rain is

the smell,

earthy, fungal, rich

reminding me I’m here

in the world, at this moment.



The thing about rain is,

the tactile memory of




coolness on my skin.


I leave my desk and walk

to the forest

behind the house

ankle deep

wet moss between toes

wet hair, wet lips

tongue reaching out to taste,


You’re not here

The thing about rain is,

it falls




My Eccentric Friend

Pour out your skies
of rain
damp tears, fetid fears
feeding the machine again
and then
there is this thing of
connectivity – do we need
or less
The confidence
to connect
or disconnect,
or reconnect, when connection
is required,
or is connection
the last thing in the world
we want.

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2 thoughts on “the thing about rain

  1. Love πŸ’– this. It’s haunting and beautiful. I love the effect rain has in our senses, and you have captured this admirably xx

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