• Fingers drum on the roof,
    ripple across the lake
    slowly growing in the field;
    gutters gurgle and overflow with
    the corpses of leaves, awash on the earthbound tide.
    I drag my feet through puddles,
    legs heavy with rain-soaked jeans,
    alone with the millions of drops cascading around me,
    tiny soft diamonds falling from the sky.
    Wrapped in silence and a winter coat –
    practicality at its best –
    the rain is tolerable, beautiful, earthly;
    but I’ll be sick of it by December,
    once winter sets in and its driving chill
    turns soft diamonds
    into freezing shards of liquid steel.