The Rain

In the latter part of this week, London was visited by some heavy downpours.

I have always been a lover of the rain. And the recent heavy showers reminded me of my poem Raining, which is reproduced below:

I awoke to the rain

Drumming on my window pane.

Opening my lattice, I let it in:

The purifying water that washes away sin.

The hypnotic sound

Of rain falling all around.

All my life, I have listened to the rain.

The same drumming

Of water coming

From the sky

Falling on you and I.

The rain...