Raindrops

97. 3 October 2021

Raindrops are colder than the sea in October.

As I wade out towards the lines of boats,

Turned to look at me curiously like cows in a field,

I feel the rain battering at my head.

I’m safe from the wind with my shoulders under.

The rain is making tiny individual craters

And pointy hills on the silver surface of the sea.

Suddenly visible as the drops join themselves

In ecstasy, in a hurry, with their Mother.

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