Rainsong


Rainsong

The day is melancholy grey

Bathed in swirling

Haunting mists

That sift like shadows

Through the trees

Sighing as they play

The clouds hang heavy

With a sadness that echoes

A sorrowful song

Winding out

Across the quiet sky

The rain begins its beating

Softly drumming

Like the helpless trembling

Of a lonely heart

Falling softly

A ceaseless sobbing

Cool tears flowing

Into the rushing river

Of waiting time

© Ann Bagnall  2015.

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6 thoughts on “Rainsong

      1. Moving towards winter here in Oz and Easter is often rainy for the entire holiday break. Good for poets however! Have written 16 new poems this week – a record for me, so there will be a little extra posted soon!

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  1. Beautiful, as they say

    ““The rain to the wind said,
    You push and I’ll pelt.’
    They so smote the garden bed
    That the flowers actually knelt,
    And lay lodged–though not dead.
    I know how the flowers felt.”

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