“The water of life”
That’s what she would say
As the fat splodges dashed the window pane
Sliding downwards, softly popping on the sill.
Sometimes it would rain for a whole afternoon
And we would huddle together
Like squirrels, in a drey
Listening to the song of rainfall
Curled up in the lap of safety
Of one another
Those afternoons were our own, back then
No school bell, no work obligations,
No snooze alarm, no phones.
Just you, me and the rain’s song