Falling in silver hearted drops
glistening on window panes
running in tinkling rivulets
down shady country lanes.
Splashes large and mists so fine
refreshing, sweet and cool
smell the wet earth of the wood
taste the tranquility of a pool.
Long sweltering days without a drop
end in a flashing thunder storm
lightning blue 'cross clouds of black
scare the leveret in his form.
Gutters flood, gush and gurgle
everywhere gets a washing
through new puddles in the street
see the wellie children sloshing.
