The wave of sultry heat is through
My terrace flowers perk up too.
Beneath a seamless leaden sky
The rain in torrents flows on by
Till not a cobblestone is dry.
Both my skylights on top floor
Record the rivulets that pour
And clean the dusty panes once more.
Of course there are those who complain
In strident tones about the rain
Though its cleansing properties are plain.
The truth is - we’re not used to heat
But this time it’s with joy I greet
The watercolours in my street!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013
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