Rain rain

26. 21 June 2021

It’s raining again.

I’m sighing. Yes, it’s raining.

The sky grey and groaning,

The sound of water flowing,

Drains full though coping,

I’m sleepy again.

*

I’m yawning. Yes, it’s raining.

Everything is soaking,

Everything’s green and greying,

Damp crows croaking,

Everything’s dull and boring,

I’m sleepy again.

*

I’m dropping off as I write this

While the sound of millions of dropping

Packets of water is not comforting

As it is in California

Where they actually enjoy

The sound of rain.

*

They have droughts. We have flooding.

Outside the cars are swishing.

Cats are sheltering.

Plants, no doubt, are growing.

Fuck this for a game of soldiers.

I want the sun.

***

Rather a lot of my poems are moans about the rain. Sorry.