“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 rain.


Just you, me and the rain’s song





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