POETRY


Rain

Rain, first dripping & all of a sudden darting, from above,
Sustenance for us all, heavens yin to compliment the light,
But it is the sun that I love & not the northern European grey.
Although in the sun of Aphrodite, there is no green,
Or the rich vein & variety, of guardian patriarchal trees,
To be found in this northern, obdurate & belligerent isle.
So with the glorious verdant green, comes the grey
Of the North Atlantic Drift, that brings the rain.
And so, after three weeks residency in August, comes the first drops,
An overcast, constantly drizzling rain, that varies in intensity.
Contrasting the sporadic, intense monsoon downpours of the Middle East,
That create chaos & flood, everywhere within minutes.
But to compensate for this omnipresent rolling veil, that obscures the heavens,
I must endeavour to, constantly enjoy forests of trees.
That bountiful fruit, of this green grey garden of home,
Which I have returned to, after my exile in the desert.