Summer Rain

I hear the pitter-pattering of the rain,

And see pellucid drops falling like pearls.

And in the distance a roseate suffusion

Is behind verdant, green trees,

Whilst up above a smoky-blue is the vault of the sky.

The wayleave electricity cables hung from telegraph poles

Look like a musical stave: blackbird quavers -  the clear notes of an evening symphony.

Soon the water colours turn to grey,

The concluding diminuendo so fleet in time.

Now it is neutral again, all colour gone,

The amber lights in the houses opposite

Left to glow in the dark like the eyes of God.