Spring Rain

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. That was what I woke up to.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. It rained the entire morning. 

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Good thing I like the rain, hey.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Everything wet, everything glistened.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. It played glockenspiel on the roof.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. It filled the pond, the fish smiled.

Rain, rain, rain. It turned the colours in the garden rich brown and green.

The sound of rain is romantic, don’t you think.

Spring rain is wild, unpredictable and swell.

Long, slow spring rain up against the wall. Wink, wink.

Lunch time the sun came out.

There was a sunny window in which we took the dogs for a walk.

I was behind my computer all day and half the night.

That was when the sky opened up again and the rain fell down.

It was so hard, it sounded like an army marching across the roof.

I wondered which parts of Melbourne might be flooding as I listened to it fall?

It got heavier and heavier and heavier, and then as suddenly it came down, it stopped again.

Spring rain.