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Rain

A screen door slams means the

cats out for the night, while in

the sleepout I lie under the fan

that slowly stirs the limpid air.

I smoke another Chesterfield.

The house settles and contracts;

the dark is velvet with moths,

batting against the fly screens.

                    

A cooling breeze next arrives

bringing with it a smell of rain.

White flash and close rumbles,

heralding the welcome arrival,

the smell of it on the red earth:

starting now as a patter upon

the iron roof, then a drumming

that comes – faster and faster,

the wet rods of drenching rain

 

I stub out my last cigarette

and step out onto the veranda;

breath in the smell of wet rain,

strip off my singlet and shorts

to walk out naked into the rain;

letting it lash delicious onto my

receptive skin, mouth, and hair:

precious rain in Australia, the

most precious element of all.

 

                               

                                           © D G Moody 2022

 

 

 

 





Poetry by D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-04 at 16:42

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
At the risk of repeating myself I have to say that this is a fine poem, Dougie. You paint the picture of those moments beautifully. I especially liked ‘the wet rods of drenching rain’ and ‘the dark is velvet with moths’ - wonderfully descriptive. Bravo!
2022-04-07


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely. It always a pleasure to read a poem of appreciation.
2022-04-05


John holliday
Nicely descriptive.....living in the North of East of England my writing on the subject of rain may not be as.....evocative of the welcome rains......
2022-04-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, wonderfully atmospheric.
2022-04-04