Monday, 26 November 2012


And that night, the rain came.

The windowpanes spoke in hushed morse code:
Tip-tap, tip-tip-tap; water, and mist,
The warmth of a quilt on a carved chaise longue -
And the rest of the world was a half-hidden beast.

And again, and again, on the uncared grass
The rain came. As it always does.

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